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SEAMEN'S    HYMNS 


UNDER  THE  DIRECTION  OP  THE  AMERICAN 


SEAMEN'S  FRIEND  SOCIETY. 


FIFTEENTH   EDITION. 


NEW  YORK: 
PUBLISHED   BY    THE    SOCIETY, 

AND  FOR  SALE  AT  THEIR  OFFICE  71  WALL  STREET. 


1846. 


Entered,  according  to  act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1843, 

BY  MARK  H.  NEWMAN, 

In  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  Southern 

District  of  New  York. 


TKRKUTYTKD  RY  SMITH  AND  WRIGHT, 
(OR.  FULTON  AND  OOL1)  STREKTs, 
MKW  YORK. 

"  J.  Bedford,  Print.  133Fulion  st. 


HYMNS. 


THE    SCRIPTURES, 


2. 


C.  M. 

-  •  77te  Bible  suited  to  our  Wants. 

1  FATHER  of  mercies  !  in  thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
For  ever  be  thy  name  adored, 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here,  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 

And  yields  a  free  repast ; 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

3  Here,  the  Redeemer's  welcome,  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around  ; 
And  life,  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

4  Oh  !  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light. 

5  Divine  instructor,  gracious  Lord  ! 

Be  thou  for  ever  near ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

L.  M. 

Prophecy  and  Inspiration. 

'T  WAS  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 

The  ancient  prophets  spoke  his  word ; 

His  spirit  did  their  tongues  inspire, 

And  warmed  their  hearts  with  heavenly  fire. 


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2  Great  God  !  mine  eyes  with  pleasure  look 
On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book ; 
There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  see, 

And  read  his  name  who  died  for  me. 

3  Let  the  false  raptures  of  the  mind 
Be  lost,  and  vanish  in  the  wind  ; 
Here  I  can  fix  my  hope  secure  ; 
This  is  thy  word,  and  must  endure. 

Be.  M. 
•  The  Holy  Scriptures. 

1  LADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 

I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord  ! 
And  not  a  glimpse  of  hope  appears. 
But  in  thy  written  word. 

2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 

Does  all  my  grief  assuage  ; 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face, 
Almost  in  every  page. 

3  Here,  consecrated  water  flows, 

To  quench  my  thirst  of  sin ; 
Here,  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows  ;— 
No  danger  dwells  therein. 

4  This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  strife, 

Where  wit  and  reason  fail ; — 
My  guide  to  everlasting  life, 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

5  Oh  !  may  thy  counsels,  mighty  God  I 

My  roving  feet  command ; 
Nor  I  forsake  the  happy  road 
That  leads  to  thy  right  hand. 

.  L.  M. 

'•3P»  A  Saviour  seen  in  the  Scripturet. 

1  NOW  let  my  soul,  eternal  King  ! 
To  thee  its  grateful  tribute  bring ; 
My  knee,  with  humble  homage,  bow, 
My  tongue  perform  its  solemn  vow. 

2  All  nature  sings  thy  boundless  love, 
In  worlds  below,  and  worlds  above ; 
But,  in  thy  blessed  word,  I  trace 
Diviner  wonders  of  thy  grace. 


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3  There,  what  delightful  truths  I  read ! 
There,  I  behold  the  Saviour  bleed : 
His  name  salutes  my  listening  ear, 
Revives  my  heart,  and  checks  my  fear. 

4  There  Jesus  bids  my  sorrows  cease, 
And  gives  my  lab'ring  conscience  peace ; 
Raises  my  grateful  passions  high, 

And  points  to  mansions  in  the  sky. 

5  For  love  like  this,  Oh  !  let  my  song, 
Through  endless  years,  thy  praise  prolong ; 
Let  distant  climes  thy  name  adore, 

Till  time  and  nature  are  no  more. 

*  CM. 

*•  Revelation  welcomed. 

1  HAIL,  sacred  truth !  whose  piercing  rays 

Dispel  the  shades  of  night ; 

Diffusing,  o'er  the  mental  world, 

The  healing  beams  of  light. 

2  Jesus !  thy  word,  with  friendly  aid, 

Restores  our  wandering  feet ; 
Converts  the  sorrows  of  the  mind 
To  joys  divinely  sweet. 

3  Oh  !  send  thy  light  and  truth  abroad, 

In  all  their  raSiant  blaze ; 
And  bid  th'  admiring  world  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  grace. 

L.  M. 

The  Blessings  of  tlie  new  Covenant. 

1  GOD,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 
Makes  his  eternal  counsels  known ; 
Where  love  in  all  its  glory  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Here,  sinners  of  an  humble  frame 

May  taste  his  grace,  and  learn  his  name  ; 
May  read,  in  characters  of  blood, 
The  wisdom,  power  and  grace  of  God. 

3  Here,  faith  reveals,  to  mortal  eyes, 
A  brighter  world  beyond  the  skies  ; 

Here,  shines  the  light  which  guides  our  way 
From  earth  to  realms  of  endless  day. 


260  HYMNS. 

4  Oh  !  grant  us  grace,  almighty  Lord ! 
To  read  and  mark  thy  holy  word, 
Its  truths  with  meekness  to  receive, 
And  by  its  holy  precepts  live. 

5  May  this  blest  volume  ever  lie 

Close  to  my  heart,  and  near  mine  eye, — 
Till  life's  last  hour  my  soul  engage, 
And  be  my  chosen  heritage. 

7L.  M. 
•  A  written  Revelation. 

1  LET  everlasting  glories  crown 

Thy  head,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Lord! 
Thy  hands  have  brought  salvation  down, 
And  writ  the  blessings  in  thy  word. 

2  In  vain  the  trembling  conscience  seeks 

Some  solid  ground  to  rest  upon  ; 
With  long  despair  the  spirit  breaks, 
Till  we  apply  to  Christ  alone. 

3  How  well  thy  blessed  truths  agree ! 

How  wise  and  holy  thy  commands  ! 
Thy  promises — how  firm  they  be  ! 

How  firm  our  hope  and  comfort  stands ! 

4  Should  all  the  forms  that  men  devise 

Assault  my  faith,  with  treacherous  art, 
I  'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 
And  bind  the  gospel  to  my  heart. 

L.  M. 

TJie  Power  of  Truth. 

1  THIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 
Sent  to  the  nations  from  above ; 
Jehovah  here  resolves  to  show 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 

2  This  remedy  did  wisdom  find, 
To  heal  diseases  of  the  mind  ; — 
This  sovereign  balm,  whose  virtues  can 
Restore  the  ruined  creature,  man. 

3  The  gospel  bids  the  dead  revive, — 
Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  live  ; 
Dry  bones  are  raised,  and  clothed  afresh, 
And  hearts  of  stone  are  turned  to  flesh. 


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4  May  but  this  grace  my  soul  renew, 
Let  sinners  gaze,  and  hate  me  too ; 
The  word  that  saves  me  doth  engage 
A  sure  defence  from  all  their  rage. 


GOD. 


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L.  M. 

Existence  of  God. 

1  THERE  is  a  God  !— all  nature  speaks, 

Through  earth,  and  air,  and  sea,  and  skies ; 
See  ! — from  the  clouds  his  glory  breaks, 
When  earliest  beams  of  morning  rise ! 

2  The  rising  sun,  serenely  bright, 

Throughout  the  world's  extended  frame. 
Inscribes,  in  characters  of  light, 
His  mighty  Maker's  glorious  name. 

3  Ye  curious  minds,  who  roam  abroad, 

And  trace  creation's  wonders  o'er ! 
Confess  the  footsteps  of  your  God  ; 
Bow  down  before  him  and  adore. 

1 0  c  M 

i-V/o  Creation  and  Providence. 

1  LORD!   when  my  raptured  thought  surveys 

Creation's  beauties  o'er, 
All  nature  joins  to  teach  thy  praise, 
And  bid  my  soul  adore. 

2  Where'er  I  turn  my  gazing  eyes, 

Thy  radiant  footsteps  shine  ; 
Ten  thousand  pleasing  wonders  rise, 
And  speak  their  source  divine. 

3  On  me  thy  providence  hath  shone 

With  gentle,  smiling  rays; 
Oh  !  let  my  lips  and  life  make  known 
Thy  goodness  and  thy  praise. 

4  All-bounteous  Lord  !  thy  grace  impart ; 

Oh  !  teach  me  to  improve 
Thy  gifts,  with  ever-grateful  heart, 
And  crown  them  with  thv  love. 


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11  H  M 

-*-  -L  •  Perfections  of  God'a  Government. 

1  THE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns ; 

His  throne  is  built  on  high  ; 
The  garments  he  assumes 

Are  light  and  majesty : 
His  glories  shine  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  eye  can  bear  the  sight. 

2  The  thunders  of  his  hand 

Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe  ; 
His  wrath  and  justice  stani 

To  guard  his  holy  law  : 
And  where  his  love  resolves  to  bless, 
His  truth  confirms  and  seals  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  perfect  work, 

Surprising  wisdom  shines ; 
Confounds  the  powers  of  hell, 

And  breaks  their  cursed  designs : 
Strong  is  his  arm — and  shall  fulfill 
His  great  decrees — his  sovereign  will. 

4  And  can  this  mighty  King 

Of  glory  condescend, — 
And  will  he  write  his  name, 

My  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 
I  love  his  name, — I  love  his  word : 
Join,  all  my  powers  !  and  praise  the  Lord. 

CM. 
God.  the  Creator. 

1  ETERNAL  Wisdom  !   thee  we  praise, 

Thee  the  creation  sings  ; 
With  thy  loved  name,  rocks,  hills,  and  seas, 
And  heaven's  high  palace  rings. 

2  How  wide  thy  hand  hath  spread  the  sky  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Tinged  with  a  blue  of  heavenly  dye, 
And  starred  with  sparkling  gold. 

3  Thy  glories  blaze  all  nature  round, 

And  strike  the  gazing  sight, 
Through  skies,  and  seas,  and  solid  ground, 
With  terror  and  delight. 

4  Infinite  strength,  and  equal  skill, 

Shine  through  the  worlds  abroad ; 


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6  Great  God  !  to  thine  almighty  love, 
What  honors  shall  we  raise  1 
Not  all  th'  angelic  songs  above 
Can  render  equal  praise. 

on  c  M- 

*w  \J»  The  glory  of  God  in  Creation. 

1  THE  God  of  nature  and  of  grace 

In  all  his  works  appears  ; 
His  goodness  through  the  earth  we  trace. 
His  grandeur  in  the  spheres. 

2  Behold  this  fair  and  fertile  globe, 

By  him  in  wisdom  planned  ! 
'T  was  he  who  girded,  like  a  robe, 
The  ocean  round  the  lanj. 

3  Lift  to  the  arch  of  heaven  your  eye  ; 

Thither  his  path  pursue  ; 
His  glory*  boundless  as  the  sky, 
O'erwhelms  the  wandering  view. 

4  How  excellent,  O  Lord  !  thy  name, 

In  all  creation's  lines  ! 
Spread  through  eternity,  thy  fame 
With  rising  lustre  shines. 

5  These  lower  works  that  swell  thy  praise, 

High  as  our  thoughts  can  tower, 
Are  but  a  portion  of  thy  ways, — 
The  hiding  of  thy  power. 

6  Millions  before  thy  presence  stand, 

Who  feel,  while  they  adore, 
Fulness  of  joy,  at  thy  right  hand, 
And  pleasures  evermore. 


lis. 
The  Mercy  of  God. 


21. 

1  THY  mercy  my  God  !  is  the  theme  of  my  song, 
The  joy  of  my  heart,  and  the  boast  of  my  tongue ; 
Free  grace  hath  alone,  from  the  first  to  the  last, 
^cured  my  affections,  and  bound  my  soul  fast. 

Thy  mercy,  has  vanquished  my  obdurate  heart, 
xt  wonders  to  feel  its  own  hardness  depart : 


268  HYMNS. 

Dissolved  by  thy  goodness,  I  fall  to  the  ground, 
And  weep  to  the  praise  of  the  mercy  I  've  found. 

3  The  door  of  thy  mercy  stands  open  all  day, 
To  the  poor  and  the  needy,  who  knock  by  the  way 
No  sinner  shall  ever  a  place  be  denied, 

Who  comes  seeking  mercy  through  Jesus  that  died 

4  Thy  mercy  in  Jesus  exempts  me  from  hell ; 
Its  glories  I  '11  sing,  and  its  wonders  I  '11  tell : 

'T  was  Jesus,  my  friend,  when  he  hung  on  the  tree, 
Who  opened  the  fountain  of  mercy  for  me. 

99  s.m. 

i<W  /W  •  God,  all  and  in  all. 

1  MY  God,  my  life,  my  love ! 

To  thee,  to  thee  I  call ; 
I  cannot  live,  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 

The  angels  owe  their  bliss ; 
They  sit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 

3  Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heavenly  place 
If  God  his  residence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face. 

4  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 

Can  one  delight  afford ; 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy. 
Without  thy  presence.  Lord  ! 

5  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll, 
The  circle,  where  my  passions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  soul. 

no  c.  m. 

&  *-*  •  Confiding  in  God. 

1  TO  thee,  my  God  !  my  heart  shall  bring 

The  lively*  grateful  song  ; 
Attending  kings  shall  hear  me  sing, 
With  rapture  on  my  tongue. 

2  Amid  the  glories  of  thy  name, 

Thy  truth  exalted  shines  ; 


GOD. 

A  faithful  God  thy  words  proclaim, 
In  everlasting  fines. 

3  When,  in  the  day  of  deep  distress, 

To  thee,  my  God  !  I  cried, 
With  strength  divine,  thy  powerful  grace 
My  fainting  soul  supplied. 

4  Thou,  Lord  !  wilt  all  my  hopes  fulfill, 

To  thee  the  work  belongs  ; 
Let  endless  mercy  guide  me  still, 
And  tune  my  grateful  songs. 

9  A  °- M- 

*W^b«  TJie  Mercy-Seat. 

1  DEAR  Father!  to  thy  mercy-seat 

My  soul  for  shelter  flies  : 
'T  is  here  I  find  a  safe  retreat, 
When  storms  and  tempests  rise. 

2  My  cheerful  hope  can  never  die, 

If  thou,  my  God  !  art  near ; 
Thy  grace  can  raise  my  comforts  high, 
And  banish  every  fear. 

3  My  great  Protector,  and  my  Lord ! 

Thy  constant  aid  impart ; 
Oh  !  let  thy  kind,  thy  gracious  word 
Sustain  my  trembling  heart. 

4  Oh  !  never  let  my  soul  remove 

From  this  divine  retreat ; 
Still  let  me  trust  thy  power  and  love,  • 
And  dwell  beneath  thy  feet. 

On  C.  M. 

&tJ»  Prayer  for  quickening  Grace. 

1  PERMIT  me,  Lord  !  to  seek  thy  face, 

Obedient  to  thy  call ; 
To  seek  the  presence  of  thy  grace, 
My  strength,  my  life,  my  all ! 

2  All  I  can  wish  is  thine  to  give  : 

My  God  !  I  ask  thy  love, — 
That  greatest  boon  I  can  receive, — 
The  bliss  of  heaven  above. 

3  To  heaven  my  restless  heart  aspires ; 

Oh  !  for  a  quickening  ray, 
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270  HYMNS. 

To  wake  and  warm  my  faint  desires, 
And  cheer  the  tiresome  way. 

4  The  path  to  thy  divine  abode 

Through  a  wild  desert  lies  ; 
A  thousand  snares  beset  the  road, — 
A  thousand  terrors  rise. 

5  Satan  and  sin  unite  their  art 

To  keep  me  from  my  Lord : 
Dear  Saviour  i  guard  my  trembling  heart, 
And  guide  me  by  thy  word. 

6  My  Guardian,  my  almighty  Friend  ! 

On  thee  my  soul  would  rest ; 
On  thee  alone  my  hopes  depend  ; 
Be  near,  and  I  am  blest. 

H.  M. 

Perpetual  Praise. 

1  TO  thee,  great  Source  of  light ! 

My  thankful  voice  I  '11  raise  ; 
And  all  my  powers  unite 

To  celebrate  thy  praise ; 
And,  till  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 
May  praise  employ  my  every  breath. 

2  And  when  this  feeble  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  dust, 
My  soul  shall  dwell  among 

The  spirits  of  the  just ; 
Then,  with  the  shining  hosts  above, 
In  nobler  strains  I  '11  sing  thy  love. 

piy  c.  m. 

■W  I  •  God's  Presence  is  Light  in  Darkness. 

1  MY  God  !  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 

The  life  of  my  delights  ; 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights. 

2  In  darkest  shades,  if  he  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
He  is  my  soul's  sweet  morning^star, 
And  he  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine. 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 


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While  Jesus  shows  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers  I  am  his. 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay, 

At  that  transporting  word  ; 
Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I  'd  break  through  every  foe  ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through- 

/wU»  God,  my  Creator  and  Benefactor. 

1  MY  Maker  and  my  King  ! 

To  thee  my  all  I  owe ; 
Thy  sovereign  bounty  is  the  spring 
Whence  ail  my  blessings  flow. 

2  The  creature  of  thy  hand, — 

On  thee  alone  I  live  ; 
My  God  ! .  thy  benefits  demand 
More  praise  than  life  can  give. 

3  Shall  I  withhold  thy  due  } 

And  shall  my  passions  rove  1 
Lord  !  form  this  wretched  heart  anew, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  love. 

4  Oh  !  let  thy  grace  inspire 

My  soul  with  strength  divine ; 
Let  all  my  powers  to  thee  aspire, 
And  all  my  days  be  thine, 

OQ  c-  M- 

/W  *J  •  Tnankefor  Providence  and  Grace. 

1  ALMIGHTY  Father,  gracious  Lord, 

Kind  guardian  of  my  days  ! 

Thy  mercies  let  my  heart  record 

In  songs  of  grateful  praise. 

2  In  life's  first  dawn,  my  tender  frame 

Was  thine  indulgent  care,; 
Long  ere  I  could  pronounce  thy  name, 
Or  breathe  the  infant  prayer. 

3  Yet  I  adore  thee,  gracious  Lord  ! 

For  favors  more  divine ; — 


272  HYMNS. 

That  I  have  known  thy  sacred  word, 
Where  all  thy  glories  shine. 

4  When  blest  with  that  transporting  view 

That  Jesus  died  for  me, 
For  this  sweet  hope,  what  praise  is  due, 
O  God  of  grace  !  to  thee  ? 

5  Now  shall  my  joyful  powers  unite, 

In  more  exalted  lays, 
Till  I  shall  join  the  sons  of  light, 
In  everlasting  praise. 

QO  LM 

tJ\Jt  Imploring  divine  Influence. 

1  MY  God  !  whene'er  my  longing  heart 
Its  grateful  tribute  would  impart, 

In  vain  my  boldest  thoughts  arise, — 
I  sink  to  earth,  and  lose  the  skies. 

2  Thy  name  inspires  the  harps  above. 
With  harmony,  and  praise,  and  love  ; 

That  grace,  which  tunes  th'  immortal  strings. 
Looks  kindly  down  on  mortal  things. 

3  Oh  !  let  thy  grace  guide  every  song, 
And  fill  my  heart  and  tune  my  tongue ; 
Then  shall  the  strain  harmonious  flow, 
And  heaven's  sweet  work  begin  below. 

Ol  C.  M. 

*-?  JL  ■  Thanks  for  providential  Favors. 

1  WHEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God  ! 

My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I  'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  Unnumbered  comforts,  on  my  soul, 

Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 

3  When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth, 

With  heedless  steps,  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  conveyed  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

4  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ  ; 


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Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

5  Through  every  period  of  my  life, 

Thy  goodness  I  '11  pursue  ; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

6  Through  all  eternity,  to  thee 

A  joyful  song  I  '11  raise  : 

But  Oh  !  eternity  's  too  short 

To  utter  all  thy  praise. 

'/W«  SoTig  of  Gratitude  and  Praise. 

1  GOD  of  my  life  !  through  all  my  days, 
I  '11  tune  the  grateful  notes  of  praise  ; 
The  song  shall  wake  with  opening  light, 
And  warble  to  the  silent  night. 

2  When  anxious  cares  would  break  my  rest, 
And  griefs  would  tear  my  throbbing  breast, 
The  notes  of  praise,  ascending  high, 
Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 

3  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  the  powers  of  language  fail, 

Joy  through  my  swimming  eyes  shall  break, 
And  mean  the  thanks  I  cannot  speak. 

4  But  Oh  !  when  that  last  conflict 's  o'er, 
And  I  am  chained  to  earth  no  more, — 
With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise 
To  join  the  music  of  the  skies. 

5  Then  shall  I  learn  th'  exalted  strains 
That,  echo  through  the  heavenly  plains, 
And  emulate,  with  joy  unknown, 

The  glowing  seraphs  round  thy  throne. 

)  Q  8s  and  7s. 

P  %-J  •  Praise  to  Jehovah. 

1  SAINTS  !  with  pious  zeal  attending, 

Now  a  grateful  tribute  raise  ; 
Joyful  songs,  to  heaven  ascending, 
Join  the  universal  praise. 

2  Round  Jehovah's  footstool  kneeling, 

Lowly  bend  with  contrite  souls  ; 


274  HYMNS. 

Here  his  milder  grace  revealing, 
Here  his  wrath  no  thunder  rolls. 

3  Every  secret  fault  confessing, 

Deed  unholy — thought  of  sin, — 
Seize,  Oh  !  seize  the  proffered  blessing,— 
Grace  from  God,  and  peace  within. 

4  Heart  and  voice  with  rapture  swelling, 

Still  the  song  of  glory  raise  ; 
On  the  theme  immortal,  dwelling, 
Join  the  universal  praise. 

OA  L.M. 

t/rfce  Retirement  and  Devotion. 

1  MY  God  !  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee  ; 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go  ] 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense ; 
One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence ; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 

And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  scenes,  withdrawn , 
Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone ; 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind, 

My  heaven — and  there  my  God,  I  find. 

OeJo  God,  our  Refuge. 

1  DEAR  refuge  of  my  weary  soul ! 

On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise, — 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal ; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief, 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  But  Oh !  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  thee  mine  ; 


36. 


GOD.  275 

The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

4  Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  1 

And  shall  I  seek  in  vain  ] 
And  can  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 
Be  deaf  when  I  complain  7 

5  No, — still  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 

Attends  the  mourner's  prayer : 
Oh !  may  I  ever  find  access 
To  breathe  my  sorrows  there  I 

6  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still : 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat ; 
With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 

CM. 

Tliirsting  after  God. 

1  WHEN  fainting  in  the  sultry  waste, 

And  parched  with  thirst  extreme, 
The  weary  pilgrim  longs  to  taste 
The  cool  refreshing  stream  : — 

2  So  longs  the  weary,  fainting  mind, 

Oppressed  with  sins  and  woes, 
Some  soul-reviving  spring  to  find, 
Whence  heavenly  comfort  flows. 

3  Oh  !  may  I  thirst  for  thee,  my  God ! 

With  ardent,  strong  desire  ; 
And  still,  through  all  this  desert  road, 
To  taste  thy  grace  aspire. 

4  Then  shall  my  prayer  to  thee  ascend, 

A  grateful  sacrifice ; 
My  mourning  voice  wilt  thou  attend, 
And  grant  me  full  supplies. 

c.  M. 

God.  as  seen  in  Nature. 

1  I  SING  th'  almighty  power  of  God, 

That  made  the  mountains  rise, 
That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

2  I  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordained 

The  sun  to  rule  the  day ; 


37. 


276  HYMNS. 

The  moon  shines  full  at  his  command, 
And  all  the  stars  obey. 

3  I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 

That  filled  the  earth  with  food  ; 
He  formed  the  creatures  with  his  word. 
And  then  pronounced  them  good. 

4  Lord !  how  thy  wonders  are  displayed. 

Where'er  I  turn  mine  eye  ! 
If  I  survey  the  ground  I  tread, 
Or  gaze  upon  the  sky  I 

5  There  's  not  a  plant  nor  flower  below, 
•  But  makes  thy  glories  known  ; 
And  clouds  arise,  and  tempests  blow, 

By  order  from  thy  throne. 

6  Creatures  that  borrow  life  from  thee, 

Are  subject  to  thy  care  ; 
There  's  not  a  place  where  we  can  flee 
But  God  is  present  there. 

c.  M. 

Rejoicing  in  God,  our  Father. 

1  COME,  shout  aloud  the  Father's  grace, 

And  sing  the  Saviour's  love ; 
Soon  shall  you  join  the  glorious  theme, 
In  loftier  strains  above. 

2  God,  the  eternal,  mighty  God, 

To  dearer  names  descends  ; 
Calls  you  his  treasure  and  his  joy, 
His  children  and  his  friends. 

3  My  Father,  God  !  and  may  these  lips 

Pronounce  a  name  so  dear  ] 
Not  thus  could  heaven's  sweet  harmony 
Delight  my  listening  ear. 

4  Thanks  to  my  God  for  every  gift 

His  bounteous  hands  bestow  ; 
And  thanks  eternal  for  that  love 
Whence  all  those  comforts  flow. 


38 


39. 


L.  M. 

Perfections  of  God  in  his  Government. 

1  JEHOVAH  reigns — his  throne  is  high, 
His  robes  are  light  and  majesty ; 


GOD.  277 

His  glory  shines,  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  can  sustain  the  sight. 

2  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe  ; 
His  justice  guards  his  holy  law  ; 
His  love  reveals  a  smiling  face  ; 

His  truth  and  promise  seal  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  works  his  wisdom  shines, 
And  baffles  Satan's  deep  designs  ; 

His  power  is  sovereign  to  fulfill 
The  noblest  counsels  of  his  will. 

4  And  will  this  glorious  Lord  descend 
To  be  my  father  and  my  friend  1 
Then  let  my  songs  with  angels  join : 
Heaven  is  secure,  if  God  be  mine. 


40. 


C.  M. 

God,  all  in  all. 


1  MY  God,  my  portion  and  my  love, 

My  everlasting  all  ! 
I  've  none  but  thee  in  heaven  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies, 

And  this  inferior  clod  ! 
There  's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joys 
There  's  nothing  like  my  God. 

3  In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  sun 

Scatters  his  feeble  light : 
'T  is  thy  sweet  beams  create  my  noon; 
If  thou  withdraw, — 't  is  night. 

4  How  vain  a  toy  is  glittering  wealth, 

If  once  compared  with  thee  ! 
Or  what 's  my  safety,  or  my  health, 
Or  all  my  friends  to  me  ] 

5  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 

And  called  the  stars  my  own,— 
Without  thy  graces  and  thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

6  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas. 

And  grasp  in  all  the  shore  ; 
Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 
24 


278  HYMNS. 


41 


L.  M. 

God's  Condescension. 


1  UP  to  the  Lord,  who  reigns  on  high, 

And  views  the  nations  from  afar, 
Let  everlasting  praises  fly, 

And  tell  how  large  his  bounties  are. 

2  He  over-rules  all  mortal  things, 

And  manages  our  mean  affairs : 
On  humble  souls  the  King  of  kings 
Bestows  his  counsels  and  his  cares. 

3  Our  sorrows  and  our  tears  we  pour 

Into  the  bosom  of  our  God  ; 
He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  hour, 
And  helps  us  bear  the  heavy  load. 

4  Oh  !  could  our  thankful  hearts  devise 

A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grace — 
To  the  third  heaven  our  songs  should  rise 
And  teach  the  golden  harps  thy  praise. 


42, 


S.  M. 

Exhortation  to  Praise. 


1  STAND  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 

Ye  people  of  his  choice  ! 
Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 
With  heart,  and  soul,  and  voice. 

2  Though  high  above  all  praise, 

Above  all  blessing  high, 
Who  would  not  fear  his  holy  name, 
And  laud,  and  magnify  1 

3  Oh  !  for  the  living  flame 

From  his  own  altar  brought, 
To  touch  our  lips,  our  souls  inspire, 
And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought. 

4  God  is  our  strength  and  song, 

And  his  salvation  ours  ; 
Then  be  his  love  in  Christ  proclaimed, 
With  all  our  ransomed  powers. 

5  Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, — 

The  Lord,  your  God,  adore, 
Stand  up,  and  bless  his  glorious  name, 
Henceforth,  for  evermore. 


43 


GOD.  27!" 

L.  M. 
Men  not  comparable  with  God. 

1  SHALL  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  blood 
Contend  with  their  Creator,  God ! 
Shall  mortal  worms  presume  to  be 
More  holy,  wise,  or  just,  than  he 1 

2  Behold  !  he  puts  his  trust  in  none 
Of  all  the  spirits  round  his  throne  ; 
Their  natures,  when  compared  with  his, 
Are  neither  holy,  just-  nor  wise. 

3  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  they, 
Who  spring  from  dust,  and  dwell  in  clay  ! 
Touched  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath, 

We  faint,  and  vanish  like  the  moth. 

4  Almighty  Power  !  to  thee  we  bow  ; 
How  frail  are  we — how  glorious  thou ! 
No  more  the  sons  of  earth  shall  dare, 
With  an  eternal  God,  compare. 


44. 


L.  H. 

Praise  to  God. 


1  PRAISE,  everlasting  praise,  be  paid 
To  him,  who  earth's  foundation  laid  : 
Praise  to  the  God,  whose  strong  decrees 
Sway  the  creation,  as  he  please. 

2  Praise  to  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word  ; 
And  there,  as  strong  as  his  decrees, 
He  sets  his  kindest  promises. 

3  Whence,  then,  should  doubts  and  fears  arise  ? 
Why  trickling  sorrows  drown  our  eyes? 
Slowly,  alas  !  our  mind  receives 

The  comforts  that  our  Maker  gives. 

4  Oh  !  for  a  strong,  a  lasting  faith, 
To  credit  what  th'  Almighty  saith  ; 
T'  embrace  the  message  of  his  Son, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heaven  our  own. 

5  Then,  should  the  earth's  old  pillars  shake, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break, 

Our  steady  souls  would  fear  no  more, 
Than  solid  rocks  when  billows  roar. 


2S0  HYMNS. 


45. 


CM. 

Goodness  of  God  seen  in  his  Works. 

1  HAIL,  great  Creator,  wise  and  good  ! 

To  thee  our  songs  we  raise  ; 
Nature,  through  all  her  various  scenes, 
Invites  us  to  thy  praise. 

2  At  morning,  noon,  and  evening  mild, 

Fresh  wonders  strike  our  view  ; 
And  while  we  gaze,  our  hearts  exult, 
With  transports  ever-new. 

3  Thy  glory  beams  in  every  star 

Which  gilds  the  gloom  of  night ; 
And  decks  the  smiling  face  of  morn, 
With  rays  of  cheerful  light. 

4  The  lofty  hill — the  humble  lawn, 

With  countless  beauties  shine  ; 
The  silent  grove — the  awful  shade, 
Proclaim  thy  power  divine. 

5  And  while,  in  all  thy  wondrous  ways, 

Thy  varied  love  we  see  ; 
Oh  !  may  our  hearts,  great  God  !  be  led 
Through  all  thy  works  to  thee. 


46 


Wisdom  and  Knowledge  of  God. 

1  AWAKE,  my  tongue  !  thy  tribute  bring 
To  him,  who  gave  thee  power  to  sing ; 
Praise  him,  who  is  ail  praise  above,: — 
The  source  of  wisdom  and  of  love. 

2  How  vast  his  knowledge — how  profound  ! 
A  depth,  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drownoi 
The  stars  he  numbers  ; — and  their  names 
He  gives  to  all  those  heavenly  flames. 

3  Through  each  bright  world  above,  behold 
Ten  thousandthousand  charms  unfold: 
Earth,  air,  and  mighty  seas  combine, 

To  speak  his  wisdom  all  divine. 

4  But  in  redemption,  Oh  !  what  grace  ! — 
Its  wonders,  Oh  !  what  thought  can  trace ! 
Here  wisdom  shines  for  ever  bright ; — 
Praise  him,  my  soul !  with  sweet  delight. 


47 


GOD.  281 

C   M. 

Sovereignty  and  Dominion  of  God. 

1  KEEP  silence,  all  created  things  ! 

And  wait  your  Maker's  nod  ; 
My  soul  stands  trembling,  while  she  sings 
The  honors  of  her  God. 

2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown, 

Hang  on  his  firm  decree  ; 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Nor  borrows  leave  to  be. 

3  Chained  to  his  throne,  a  volume  lies, 

With  all  the  fates  of  men, 
With  every  angel's  form  and  size, 
Drawn  by  th'  eternal  pen. 

4  His  providence  unfolds  his  book, 

And  makes  his  counsels  shine  ; 
Each  opening  leaf,  and  every  stroke, 
Fulfills  some  deep  design. 

5  My  God  !  I  would  not  long  to  see 

My  fate,  with  curious  eyes, — 
What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me, 
Or  what  bright  scenes  may  rise. 

6  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace, 

Oh  !  may  I  find  my  name, 
Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  my  Lord — the  Lamb. 

H.M. 

Faithfulness  of  God. 

1  THE  promises  I  sing, 

Which  sovereign  love  hath  spoke  ; 
Nor  will  th'  eternal  King 

His  words  of  grace  revoke  : 
f       They  stand  secure 
'.     And  steadfast  still ; 
Not  Zion's  hill 
Abides  so  sure. 

2  The  mountains  melt  away, 

Wnen  once  the  Judge  appears; 
And  sun  and  moon  decay, 
That  measure  mortal  vears ; 
24*     " 


48. 


282  HYMNS. 

But  still  the  same, 
V  In  radiant  lines, 
The  promise  shines 
Through  all  the  flame. 
3  Their  harmony  shall  sound 
Through  my  attentive  ears, 
When  thunders  cleave  the  ground, 
And  dissipate  the  spheres ; 

Mid  all  the  shock 
Of  that  dread  scene, 
I  stand  serene ; — 
Thy  word,  my  rock. 

AQ  '  c  M 

TD  *J  •  The  .glories  of  Redemption. 

1  FATHER  !  how  wide  thy  glory  shines ! 

How  high  thy  wonders  rise  ! 
Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs,- 
By  thousand  through  the  skies. 

2  Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  power, 

Their  motions  speak  thy  skill ; 
And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour, 
We  read  thy  patience  still. 

3  But  when  we  view  thy  strange  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 
In  their  divinest  forms, — 

4  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known  ; 

Nor  dares  a  creature    guess, — 
Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone, 
The  justice,  or  the  grace. 

5  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heavenly  plains  : 
Bright  seraphs  learn  Immanuel's  name. 
And  try  their  choicest  strains. 

..   6  Oh  !  may  I  bear  some  humble  part, 
In  that,  immortal  song  : 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 
And  love  command  my  tongue. 

^o  s  M 

ty\J9  The  God  of  Mercy  and  Justice. 

1  THE  Lord  on  high  proclaims 

His  Godhead  from  his  throne  ; — 


GOD.  283 

"Mercy  and  justice  are  the  names, 
By  which  I  will  be  known. 

2  "  Ye  dying  souls,  that  sit 

In  darkness  and  distress  ! 
Look  from  the  borders  of  the  pit, 
To  my  recovering  grace." 

3  Sinners  shall  hear  the  sound  ; 

Their  thankful  tongues  shall  own, — 
Our  righteousness  and  strength  is  found 
in  thee,  the  Lord,  alone. 

4  In  thee  shall  Israel  trust, 

And  see  their  guilt  forgiven  ; 
God  will  pronounce  the  sinners  just, 
And  take  the  saints  to  heaven. 

*~f  -L  •  Almighty  Power  and  Majesty  of  God. 

1  THE  Lord,  our  God,  is  full  of  might, 

The  winds  obey  his  will ; 
He  speaks, — and,  in  his  heavenly  height, 
The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 

2  Rebel,  ye  waves  !  and  o'er  the  land 

With  threatening  aspect  roar  ; 
The  Lord  uplifts  his  awful  hand, 
And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 

§  Howl,  winds  of  night !  your  force  combine  °v 
Without  his  high  behest, 
Ye  shall  not,  in  the  mountain-pine, 
Disturb  the  sparrow's  nest. 

4  His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar, 

In  distant  peals  it  dies  ; 
He  yokes  the  whirlwind  to  his  ear, 
And  -sweeps  the  howling  skies. 

5  Ye  nations  !  bend — in  reverence  bend  ; 

Ye  monarchs  !  wait  his  nod, 
And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend 
To  celebrate  your  God. 

*J  /W  •  God,  lioly,  just,  and  sovereign. 

1  HOW  should  the  sons  of  Adam's  race 
Be  pure  before  their  God  J? 


284  HYMNS. 

If  he  contend  in  righteousness, 
We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

2  Strong  is  his  arm,  his  heart  is  wise  mf 

What  vain  presumers  dare, 
Against  their  Maker's  hand  to  rise, 
Or  tempt  th'  unequal  war  1 

3  Mountains,  by  his  almighty  wrath, 

From  their  old  seats  are  torn  ; 
He  shakes  the  earth,  from  south  to  north, 
And  all  her  pillars  mourn 

4  He  bids  the  sun  forbear  to  rise — 

Th'  obedient  sun  forbears : 
His  hand  with  sackcloth  spreads  the  skies, 
And  seals  up  all  the  stars. 

5  He  walks  upon  the  stormy  sea, 

Flies  on  the  stormy  wind  : 
There  's  none  can  trace  his  wondrous  way, 
Or  his  dark  footsteps  find. 


53. 


C.  M. 
The  divine  Purpose  and  Providence. 

1  GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 

His  wonders  to  perforin ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep,  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints  !  fresh  courage  take; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence, 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 


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GOD.  285 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 
And  scan  his  work  in  vain : 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

c.  M. 

Love  of  God. 

1  COME,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord  1 

And  raise  your  soul  above  ; 
Let  every  heart  and  voice  accord, 
To  sing  that — God  is  love. 

2  This  precious  truth  his  word  declares, 

And  all  his  mercies  prove  ; 
While  Christ,  th'  atoning  Lamb,  appears, 
To  show  that — God  is  love. 

3  Behold  his  loving-kindness  waits, 

For  those  who  from  him  rove, 
And  calls  of  mercy  reach  their  hearts, 
To  teach  them — God  is  love. 

4  The  work  begun  is  carried  on, 

By  power  from  heaven  above  ; 
And  every  step,  from  first  to  last, 
Proclaims  that — God  is  love. 

5  Oh  !  may  we  all,  while  here  below, 

This  best  of  blessings  prove  ; 
Till  warmer  hearts,  in  brighter  worlds, 
Shall  shout  that — God  is  love. 


55 


C.  M. 

The  Sovereignty  of  God. 

THY  way,  O  God  !  is  in  the  sea ; 

Thy  paths  I  cannot  trace, 
Nor  comprehend  the  mystery 

Of  thine  unbounded  grace. 

Here  the  dark  veils  of  flesh  and  sense 
My  captive  soul  surround  ; 

Mysterious  deeps  of  providence 
My  inward  thoughts  confound. 

As,  through  a  glass,  I  dimly  see 

The  wonders  of  thy  love, 
How  little  do  I  know  of  thee, 

Or  of  the  joys  above  ! 


286  HYMNS. 

4  Though  but  in  part  I  know  thy  will, 

I  bless  thee  for  the  sight : 
When  will  thy  love  the  whole  reveal 
In  glory's  clearer  light  1 

5  In  rapture  shall  I  then  survey 

Thy  providence  and  grace  ; 

And  spend  an  everlasting  day 

In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


56. 


7s. 
Universal  Praise  to  God. 

1  SONGS  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun, — 
When  he  spake,  and  it  was  done. 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  peace  was  born  ; 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  he 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away, — 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day  : 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth,—- 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  And  shall  man  alone  be  dumb, 
Till  that  glorious  morning  come  1 
No  ! — the  church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms,  and  hymns,  and  songs  of  praise. 

5  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice, 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

6  Borne  upon  their  latest  breath, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death  ; 
Then,  amid  eternal  joy, 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 

A7  c  M- 

*J  i  •  A  faithful  God. 

1  BEGIN,  my  tongue  !  some  heavenly  theme, 
And  speak  some  boundless  thing, — 
The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name 
Of  our  eternal  King. 


GOD.  287 

2  Tell  of  his  wondrous  faithfulness, 

And  sound  his  power  abroad  ; 
Sing  the  sweet  promise  of  his  grace, 
And  the  performing  God. 

3  Proclaim — "  Salvation  from  the  Lord, 

For  wretched,  dying  men  ;" 
His  hand  has  writ  the  sacred  word, 
With  an  immortal  pen. 

4  Engraved  as  in  eternal  brass, 

The  mighty  promise  shines, 
Nor  can  the  powers  of  darkness  raze, 
Those  everlasting  lines. 

5  His  word  of  grace  is  sure  and  stiong, 

As  that  which  built  the  skies  : 
The  voice  that  rolls  the  stars  along 
Speaks  all  the  promises. 

6  Oh  !  might  I  hear  thy  heavenly  tongue 

But  whisper, — "  Thou  art  mine  ;" 
Those  gentle  words  should  raise  my  song* 
To  notes  almost  divine. 

^R  7s- 

1  SWELL  the  anthem,  raise  the  song  ; 
Praises  to  our  God  belong : 

Saints  and  angels  !  join  to  sing 
Praises  to  the  heavenly  King. 

2  Blessings  from  his  liberal  hand 
Flow  around  this  happy  land  : 
Guarded  by  his  watchful  eye, 
Peace  and  freedom  we  enjoy. 

3  Here,  beneath  a  virtuous  sway, 
May  we  cheerfully  obey, 
Never  feel  oppression's  rod, 
Ever  own  and  worship  God. 

4  Hark  !  the  voice  of  nature  sings 
Praises  to  the  King  of  kings  ; 
Let  us  join  the  choral  song, 
And  the  grateful  notes  prolong. 

c.  M. 
Endless  Praise. 

1  YES— I  will  bless  thee,  O  my  God  ! 
Through  all  my  mortal  days, 


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288  HYMNS. 

And  to  eternity  prolong 

Thy  vast,  thy  boundless  praise. 

2  Nor  shall  my  tongue  alone  proclaim 

The  honors  of  my  God  ; 
My  life,  with  all  its  active  powers, 
Shall  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 

3  Not  death  itself  shall  stop  my  song, 

Though  death  will  close  my  eyes : 
•     My  thoughts  shall  then  to  nobler  heights 
And  sweeter  raptures  rise. 

4  There  shall  my  lips  in  endless  praise 

Their  grateful  tribute  pay  : 
The  theme  demands  an  angel's  tongue, 
And  an  eternal  day. 

pr\  L.  M. 

UUi  God  acknowledged  in  national  Blessings. 

1  GREAT  God  of  nations  !  now  to  1hee 

Our  hymn  of  gratitude  we  raise  ; 
With  humble  heart,  and  bending  knee, 
We  offer  thee  our  song  of  praise. 

2  Thy  name  we  bless,  Almighty  God  ! 

For  all  the  kindness  thou  hast  shown 
To  this  fair  land  the  pilgrims  trod, — 
This  land  we  fondly  call  our  own. 

3  Here,  Freedom  spreads  her  banner  wide, 

And  casts  her. soft  and  hallowed  ray  ; — 
Here,  thou  our  fathers'  steps  didst  guide 
In  safety,  through  their  dangerous  way. 

4  We  praise  thee,  that  the  gospel's  light, 

Through  all  our  land,  its  radiance  sheds  ; 
Dispels  the  shades  of  error's  night, 

And  heavenly  blessings  round  us  spreads. 

5  Great  God  !  preserve  us  in  thy  fear  ; 

In  dangers  si  ill  our  guardian  be.; 
Oh  !  spread  thy  truth's  bright  precepts  here,— 
Let  all  the  people  worship  thee. 

VJ  JL  •  National  Praise  and  Prayer. 

1  WITH  grateful  hearts,  with  joyful  tongues, 
To  God  we  raise  united  songs ; 

His  power  and  mercy  we  proclaim  : 


CHRIST.  289 

Through  every  age,  Oh  !  may  we  own, 
Jehovah  here  has  fixed  his  throne, — 
And  triumph  in  his  mighty  name. 

2  Long  as  the  moon  her  course  shall  run, 
Or  men  behold  the  circling  sun, 

Lord  !  in  our  land,  support  thy  reign  ; 
Crown  her  just  counsels  with  success, 
With  truth  and  peace  her  borders  bless, 
And  all  thy  sacred  rights  maintain. 


CHRIST.. 


V//W  •  Christ's  Nativity. 

1  MORTALS  !  awake ;  with  angels  join, 

And  chant  the  solemn  lay : 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude,  combine 
To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heaven  the  rapturous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  ail  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tuned  the  lyre. 

3  Swift,  through  the  vast  expanse,  it  flew, 

And  loud  the  echo  rolled  ; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new, 
'T  was  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 

Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran  ; 
And  angels  flew,  with  eager  joy, 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  Hark  !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  glory  leads  the  song  ; 
Good  will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
Th'  harmonious  heavenly  throng. 

6  With  joy  the  chorus  we  repeat — 

"Glory  to  God  on  high  !" 
Good-will  and  peace  are  now  complete  ; 
Jesus  is  born  to  die. 
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63 


8s  and  7s. 
Christ,  the  Saviour,  born. 

1  HAIL,  thou  long-expected  Jesus ! 

Born  to  set  thy  people  free ; 
From  our  sins  and  fears  release  us, 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee. 

2  Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  saints,  thou  art ; 
Long-desired  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  waiting  heart. 

3  Born,  thy  people  to  deliver, — 

Born  a  child,  yet  God  our  King,— 
Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, — 
Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

4  By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone ; 
By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 

a  A  «■  * 

\J  i* «  T/ie  Redeemer's  Message.         - '"' 

1  HARK  the  glad  sound !  the  Saviour  comes,- 

The  Saviour,  promised  long  : 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  On  him  the  Spirit,  largely  poured, 

Exerts  his  sacred  fire  ; 
Wisdom,  and  might,  and  zeal,  and  love, 
His  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes, — the  pris'ners  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held  ; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst — 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

4  He  comes,-the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure  ; 
And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

5  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  peace  ! 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim ; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 


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65 


S.  M. 
Tlic  Nativity  of  Christ. 

1  BEHOLD  the  grace  appear  — 

The  blessing  promised  long  ! 
Angels  announce  the  Saviour  near, 
In  their  triumphant  song  : —   . 

2  "  Glory  to  God  on  high, 

And  heavenly  peace  on  earth  ; 
Good- will  to  men — to  angels  joy, 
At  the  Redeemer's  birth. 

3  In  worship  so  divine 

Let  saints  employ  their  tongues ; 
With  the  celestial  hosts  we  join, 
And  loud  repeat  their  songs : — 

4  "  Glory  to  God  on  high, 

And  heavenly  peace  on  earth ; 
Good- will  to  men — to  angels  joy, 
At  our  Redeemer's  birth." 


m 


7s. 
Songs  of  the  Angels. 

1  HARK  !  the  herald-angels  sing, — 
"Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ; 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, — 
God  and  sinners  reconciled." 

2  Joyful,  all  ye  nations  !  rise, 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies ; 
With  th'  angelic  host,  proclaim, — 
"  Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem." 

3  Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by, 

Born  that  man  no  more  may  die  ; 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth; 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 

4  Hail !  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  peace ! 
Hail !  the  Sun  of  righteousness  ! 

Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 
Risen  with  healing  in  his  wings. 

5  Let  us  then  with  angels  sing, — 
**  Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ; 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, — 
God  and  sinners  reconciled." 


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67 


H.  M. 

Joy  at  ImmanueVs  Birth. 

1  HARK  !  hark  ! — the  notes  of  joy 

Roll  o'er  the  heavenly  plains, 
And  seraphs  find  employ 

For  their  sublimest  strains  ; 
Some  new  delight  in  heaven  is  known-; 
Loud  sound  the  harps  around  the  throne. 

2  Hark  !  hark  ! — the  sounds  draw  nigh, 

The  joyful  hosts  descend  ; 
Jesus  forsakes  the  sky, 

To  earth  his  footsteps  bend ; 
He  comes  to  bless  our  fallen  race  ; 
He  comes  with  messages  of  grace. 

3  Bear,  bear  the  tidings- round;. 

Let  every  mortal  know 
What  love  in  God  is  found,. 

What  pity  he  can  show  ; 
Ye  winds  that  blow  !  ye  waves  that  roll ! 
Bear  the  glad  news  from  pole  to  pole. 

4  Strike,  strike  the  harps  again, 

To  great  Immanuel's  name  ; 
Arise,  ye  sons  of  men  ! 

And  all  his  grace  proclaim ; 
Angels  and  men  !  wake  every  string, 
T  is  God  the  Saviour's  praise  we  sincr. 

r»Q  8s  and  7s. 

DO.  The  Songs  of  Angels. 

1  HARK  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 

Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  ? 
Lo  !  th'  angelic  host  rejoices — 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story 

Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy ; — 
"  Glory  in  the  highest,  glory — 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 

3  "  Peace  on  earth,  good-will  from  heaven, 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found  ; 
Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven  ; — 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 


CHRIST. 

4  "Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed ; 

Heaven  and  earth  !  his  praises  sing 
Oh  !  receive  whom  God  appointed, 
For  your  prophet,  priest,  and  king. 

5  "  Hasten,  mortals  !  to  adore  him  ; 

Learn  his  name,  and  taste  his  joy  ; 
Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  him, — ■ 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  !" 

U  V  •  The  Birth  of  Christ. 

1  HARK  !  what  celestial  notes, 

What  melody  we  hear  ! 
Soft  on  the  morn  it  floats, 

And  fills  the  ravished  ear  : 
The  tuneful  shell, 

The  golden  lyre, 

And  vocal  choir 
The  concert  swell. 

2  Th'  angelic  hosts  descend, 

With  harmony  divine ; 
See  how  from  heaven  they  bend, 

And  in  full  chorus  join  ! 
"  Fear  not,"  say  they, 

"  Great  joy  we  bring  ; — 

Jesus,  your  King, 
Is  born  to-day. 

3  "  He  comes,  from  error's  night, 

Your  wandering  feet  to  save ; 
To  realms  of  bliss  and  light, 

He  lifts  you  from  the  grave : 
This  glorious  morn, 

Let  all  attend ; 

Your  matchless  friend, 
Your  Saviour  's  born. 

4  "  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

Ye  mortals  !  spread  the  sound, 
And  let  your  raptures  fly, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound : 
For  peace  on  earth, 

From  God  in  heaven, 

To  man  is  given, 
At  Jesus'  birth." 

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70. 


8s  and  7s. 
Tlie  Incarnation. 

1  SHEPHERDS  !  hail  the  wondrous  stranger 

Now  to  Bethle'm  speed  your  way  4 
Lo  !  in  yonder  humble  manger, 
Christ,  the  Lord,  is  born  to-day : — 

2  Christ,  by  prophets  long-predicted, 

Joy  of  Israel's  chosen  race  ; 
Light  to  Gentiles  long-afflicted, 
Lost  in  error's  darkest  maze. 

3  Bright  the  star  of  your  salvation, 

Pointing  to 'his  rude  abode  ! 
Rapturous  news  for  every  nation  : — 
Mortals  !  now  behold  your  God  ! 

4  Glad,  we  trace  th'  amazing  story, 

Angels  leave  their  bliss  to  tell ; 
Theme  sublime,  replete  with  glory — 
Sinners  saved  from  death  and  hell. 

5  Love  eternal  moved  the  Saviour, 

Thus  to  lay  his  radiance  by  ; 
Blessings  on  the  Lamb  for  ever — 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high  ! 


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7s. 
The  Star  in  the  East. 

1  SONS  of  men  !  behold  from  far, 
Hail  the  long-expected  star  ; — 
Jacob's  star,  that  gilds  the  night, 
Guides  bewildered  nature  right. 

2  Never  fear,  that  hence  should  flow 
Wars  or  pestilence  below  : 
Wars  it  bids,  and  tumults,  cease, 
Ushering  in  the  Prince  of  peace. 

3  Mild  it  shines  on  all  beneath, 
Piercing  through  the  shades  of  death,— 
Scattering  error's  wide-spread  night, 
Kindling  darkness  into  light. 

4  Nations  all !  far  off  and  near, 
Haste  to  see  your  God  appear  ; 
Haste,  for  him  your  hearts  prepare, 
Meet  him  manifested  there. 


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CHRIST.  395 

C.  M. 

Joy  of  Angels  at  the.  Saviours  Bii  th. 

1  WHILE   shepherds   watched  their  flocks  by 

night, 
All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  "Fear  not,"  said  he,  for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind, 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring, 
To  you  and  ail  mankind. 

3  "  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day, 

Is  born  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ,  the  Lord, 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign  ; — 

4  "The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  find, 

To  human  view  displayed, 
All  meanly  wrapped  in  swathing  bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph — and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
"Of  angels,  praising  God,  who  thus 
Addressed  their  joyful  song  : — ■ 

6  "  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace ; 
Good-will  henceforth  from  heaven  to  men, 
Begin,  and  never  cease  !" 

V*"*\  8s,  7s  and  4s. 

r  tJ»  Good  Tidings  of  great  Joy. 

1  ANGELS  !  from  the  realms  of  gloiy, 

Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth  ; 
•Ye,  who  sang  creation's  story-. 
Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth  : 

Come  and  worship — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

2  Shepherds !  in  the  field  abiding, 

Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night,— 
God  with  man  is  now  residing, 
Yonder  shines  the  infant  light.: 

Come  and  worship — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 


296  HYMNS. 

3  Sages  !  leave  your  contemplations — 

Brighter  visions  beam  afar  ; 

Seek  the  great  Desire  of  nations ; 

Ye  have  seen  his  natal  star  : 

Come  and  worship — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

4  Saints  !  before  the  altar  bending, 

Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 
Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending, 
In  his  temple  shall  appear : 

Come  and  worship — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King 

5  Sinners  !  wrung  with  true  repentance, 

Doomed  for  guilt  to  endless  pains, 
Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence, 
Mercy  calls  you — break  your  chains  . 

Come  and  worship — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

lis  and  10s. 
Star  of  the  East. 

BRIGHTEST  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morn, 
ing! 

Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid ; 
Star  of  the  East ! — the  horizon  adorning — 

Guide  where  the  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

Cold  on  his  cradle,  the  dew-drops  are  shining  ; 

Low  lies  his  head,  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall ; 
Angels  adore  him,  in  slumber  reclining — 

Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine? 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 

Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine  I 
Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gold,  would  his  favor  secure; 
Richer,  by  far, "is  the  heart's  adoration, — 

Dearer  to  God,  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning  ! 

Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid, 
Star  of  the  east ! — the  horizon  adorning — 

Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 


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75. 


CHRIST.  297 

C.  M. 

The  Incarnation. 

1  AWAKE,  awake  the  sacred  song 

To  our  incarnate  Lord  ! 
Let  every  heart,  and  every  tongue 
Adore  th'  eternal  Word. 

2  That  awful  Word,  that  sovereign  Power 

By  whom  the  worlds  were  made, — 
Oh  !  happy  morn — illustrious  hour  ! — 
Was  once  in  flesh  arrayed. 

3  Then  shone  almighty  power  and  Love, 

In  all  their  glorious  forms, 
When  Jesus  left  his  throne  above, 
To  dwell  with  sinful  worms. 

4  To  dwell  with  misery  here  below, 

The  Saviour  left  the  skies, 
And  sunk  to  wretchedness  and  wo, 
That  worthless  man  might  rise. 

5  Adoring  angels  tuned  their  songs, 

To  hail  the  joyful  day  ; 
With  rapture,  then,  let  human  tongues 
Their  grateful  homage  pay. 

c.  M. 

The  Song  of  Angels. 

1  ANGELS  rejoiced  and  sweetly  sung, 

At  our  Redeemer's  birth  : 
Mortals  !  awake  ;  let  every  tongue 
Proclaim  his  matchless  worth. 

2  Glory  to  God  who  dwells  on  high, 

And  sent  his  only  Son 
To  take  a  servant's  form,  and  die, 
For  evils  we  had  done  ! 

3  Good- will  to  men  : — ye  fallen  race  ! 

Arise,  and  shout  for  joy  ; 
He  comes  with  rich,  abounding  grace 
To  save,  and  not  destroy. 

4  Lord  !  send  the  gracious  tidings  forth, 

And  fill  the  world  with  light, 
That  Jew  and  Gentile,  through  the  earth, 
May  know  thy  saving  might 


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298  HYMNS. 

5  Ye  poor  !  who  tremble  at  the  word, 
Distressed,  and  helpless  too, — 
Oh  !  come  and  welcome  to  the  Lord, 
For  he  was  born  for  you. 

t    /.  The  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

1  WHEN, marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 

The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky  ; 
One  star  alone," of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye- 

2  Hark  !  hark  ! — to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem  ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks, — 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark,— 
The  ocean  yawned — and  rudely  blowed 
The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem ; — 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, — 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease  ; 
And  through  the  storm,  and  danger's  thrall 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  moored — my  perils  o'er, 

I  '11  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
For  ever  and  for  evermore, 

The  Star— the  Star  of  Bethlehem ! 


78, 


C.  M. 
Christ's  Commission. 

COME,  happy  souls  !  approach  your  God, 

With  new  melodious  songs  ; 
Come,  render  to  almighty  grace 

The  tributes  of  your  tongues. 

So  strange,  so  boundless  was  the  love, 

That  pitied  dying  men, 
The  Father  sent  his  equal  Son 

To  give  them  life  again. 


CHRIST.  299 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jesus  !  were  not  armed 

With  a  revenging  rod  ; 
No  hard  commission  to  perform 
The  vengeance  of  a  God. 

4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 

And  wrath  forsook  the  throne,. 
When  Christ,  on  the  kind  errand,  came, 
And  brought  salvation  down. 

5  Here,  sinners  1  you  may  heal  your  wounds, 

And  wipe  your  sorrows  dry  ; 
Trust  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name,- 
And  you  shall  never  die. 

6  See,  dearest  Lord!,  our  willing  souls, 

Accept  thine  offered  grace  ; 
We  bless  the  great  Redeemer's  love,. 
And  give  the  Father  praise. 

7Q  c  M- 

I  *J  •  Christ's  Compassion  to  the  Weak: 

1  WITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

Of  our  High-Priest  above  ; 
His- heart  is  made  of  tenderness*. 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touched  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean,, 
For  he  has  felt  the  same. 

3  But  spotless,  innocent,  and  pure, 

The  great  Redeemer  stood  ; 
While  Satan's  fiery  darts  he  bore.,. 
And  did  resist  to  blood. 

4  He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh,, 

Poured  out  his  cries  and  tears  ; 
And,  in  his  measure,  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  his  power ; 
We  shall  obtain  delivering  grace, 
In  the  (!  ^stressing  hour, 
c.  M. 
God  glorified  in  tlie  Gospel. 

1  THE  Lord,  descending  from  above, 
Invites  his  children  near ; 


80 


300  HYMNS 

While  power,  and  truth,  and  boundless  love, 
Display  their  glories  here. 

2  Here,  in  thy  gospel's  wondrous  frame, 

Fresh  wisdom  we  pursue  ; 
A  thousand  angels  learn  thy  name, 
Beyond  whate'er  they  knew. 

3  Thy  name  is  writ  in  fairest  lines, — 

Thy  wonders  here  we  trace  ; 
Wisdom  through  all  the  mystery  shines, — 
And  shines  in  Jesus'  face. 

4  The  law  its  best  obedience  owes 

To  our  incarnate  God  : 
And  thy  revenging  justice  shows 
Its  honors  in  his  blood.   ; 

5  But  still  the  lustre  of  thy  grace 

Our  warmer  thoughts  employs, 
Gilds  the  whole  scene  with  brighter  rays, 
And  more  exalts  our  joys. 


81 


L.  M. 

Peace  and  Hope  through  Christ's  Intercession. 

1  HE  lives — the  great  Redeemer  lives  1 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  i 
And  now,  before  his  Father-God, 
Pleads  the  full  merits  of  his  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 

And  justice,  armed  with  frowns,  appears; 
But,  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face, 
Sweet  mercy  smiles — and  all  is  peace. 

3  In  every  dark,  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart — 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

4  Great  Advocate,  almighty  Friend  ! 
On  thee  our  humble  hopes  depend : 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
For  Jesus  pleads,  and  must  pre  ail. 

C.  M. 

Praise  to  the  Saviour. 

1  OH  !  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  dear  Redeemer's  praise  ! 


CHRIST.  301 

The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God  ! 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread,  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honors  of  thy  name. 

3  Jesus — the  name  that  calms  my  fears, 

That  bids  my  sorrows  cease  ; 
'T  is  music  to  my  ravished  ears ; 
'T  is  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin, 

He  sets  the  pris'ner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean ; 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 

5  Let  us  obey,  we  then  shall  know, 

Shall  feel  our  sins  forgiven ; 
Anticipate  our  heaven  below, 
And  own,  that  love  is  heaven. 


83. 


L.M. 

Hosannas  to  Christ. 


1  WHAT  are  those  soul-reviving  strains 
That  echo  thus  from  Salem's  plains  1 
What  anthems  loud,  and  louder  still, 
Sweetly  resound  from  Zion's  hill  ] 

2  Lo  !  't  is  an  infant  chorus  sings 
Hosanna  to  the  King  of  kings : 

The  Saviour  comes,  and  babes  proclaim 
Salvation,  sent  in  Jesus'  name. 

3  Nor  these  alone  their  voice  shall  raise, 
For  we  will  join  this  song  of  praise : 
Still  Israel's  children  forward  press 
To  hail  the  Lord,  their  righteousness. 

4  Proclaim  hosannas  loud  and  clear : 
See  David's  son  and  Lord  appear ! 
Glory  and  praise  on  earth  be  given, — 
Hosanna  in  the  highest  heaven. 

RA  c- M" 

OfxU  Jesus,  my  Tr>xst. 

1  JESUS  !  I  love  thy  charming  name, 
'T  is  music  to  mine  ear ; 
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302  HYMNS. 

Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 

2  Yes, — thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  joy,  my  hope,  my  trust : 
Jewels,  to  thee,  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 

In  thee  most  richly  meet ; 
Nor  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there  ; — 
The  healing  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I  '11  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name, 

With  my  last  lab'ring  breath  ; 
Then,  speechless,  clasp  thee  in  mine  arms,- 
The  antidote  of  death. 


85 


CM. 
God  reconciled  in  Christ. 

DEAREST  of  all  the  names  above, 

My  Jesus  and  my  God  ! 
Who  can  resist  thy  heavenly  love, 

Or  trifle  with  thy  blood  1 

'T  is  by  the  merits  of  thy  death, 
The  Father  smiles  again  ; 

'T  is  by  thine  interceding  breath, 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

Till  God  in  human  flesh  I  see, 
My  thoughts  no  comfort  find ; 

The  holy,  just,  and  sacred  Three, 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 

But,if  Immahuel's  face  appear, 
My  hope,  my  joy  begins ; 

His  name  forbids  my  slavish  fear, 
His  grace  removes  my  sins. 

While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 
And  Greeks  of  wisdom  boast ; — 

I  love  th'  incarnate  mystery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  trust. 


CHRIST.  303 

Qf\  CPM' 

O U  •  The  Excellency  of  Christ. 

1  OH  !  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, — 
Oh  !  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth, 

Which  in  my  Saviour  shine  ; 
I  'd  soar  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel  while  he  sings, 

In  notes  almost  divine. 

2  I'd  sing  the  characters  he  hears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne  ; 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would,  to  everlasting  days, 

Make  all  his  glories  known. 

3  Soon  the  delightful  day  will  come, 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home, 

And  I  shall  see  his  face  ; 
Then,  with  my  Saviour,  brother,  friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I  '11  spend — 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. 

qtj  c.  M. 

O  i  •  Christ,  the  living  Fountain. 

1  THERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb  !  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I  '11  sing  thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stammering  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 


304  HYMNS. 


88. 


89. 


90 


C.  M. 

Sun  of  Righteousness. 

1  RISE,  glorious  Sun  !  supremely  bright, 

Diffuse  thy  rays  abroad  ; 
Scatter  the  shades  of  gloomy  night, 
And  show  the  heavenly  road. 

2  With  healing  in  thy  wings,  arise 

On  this  dark  soul  of  mine  ; 
Oh  !  pour  thy  glories  from  the  skies, 
And  give  me  life  divine. 

3  Though  thorns  and  briers,  pits  and  snares, 

Beset  the  path  I  go, 
One  ray  of  thine  dispels  my  fears, 
And  guides  me  safely  through. 

s.  M. 
Christ,  suffering  for  our  Sins 

LIKE  sheep  we  went  astray, 

And  broke  the  fold  of  God  ; 
Each  wandering  in  a  different  way 

But  all  the  downward  road. 

How  dreadful  was  the  hour, 
When  God  our  wanderings  laid, 

And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
Upon  the  shepherd's  head  ! 

How  glorious  was  the  grace, 

When  Christ  sustained  the  stroke  ! 

His  life  and  blood  the  shepherd  pays, 
A  ransom  for  the  flock. 

But  God  shall  raise  his  head, 

O'er  all  the  sons  of  men, 
And  make  him  see  a  numerous  seed 

To  recompense  his  pain. 

"  1  '11  give  him,"  saith  the  Lord, 

"  A  portion  with  the  strong ; 
He  shall  possess  a  large  reward, 

And  hold  his  honors  long." 

L.  M. 

The  Teaching  of  Jesus. 

1  HOW  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  sound 
From  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace, 


91 


CHRIST.  305 

While  listening  thousands  gathered  round, 
And  joy  and  reverence  filled  the  place  1 

From  heaven  he  came,  of  heaven  he  spoke, 
To  heaven  he  led  his  foll'wers'  way  ; 

Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  he  broke, 
Unveiling  an  immortal  day. 

Come,  wanderers  !  to  my  Father's  home, 
Come,  all  ye  weary  ones  !  and  rest; — 

Yes,  sacred  Teacher  !  we  will  come, 
Obey,  and  be  for  ever  blest. 

Decay,  then,  tenements  of  dust ! 

Pillars  of  earthly  pride  !  decay  ; 
A  nobler  mansion  waits  the  just, 

And  Jesus  has  prepared  the  way. 

S.  M. 
•  Preserving  Grace. 

TO  God,  the  only-wise, 


Let  all  the  saints,  below  the  skies, 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'T  is  his  almighty  love, 

His  counsel  and  his  care, 
Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  every  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls, 

Unblemished  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne  ; 
Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 
And  make  his  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  Redeemer-God, 

Wisdom,  with  power,  belongs  ; 
Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 
And  everlasting  songs. 

L.  M. 

Love  of  Christ. 

1  I  WAS  a  traitor  doomed  to  die, 
Bound  to  endure  eternal  pains ; 
26* 


92. 


93. 


306  HYMNS. 

When  Jesus  saw  me  from  on  high, 

Was  moved  by  love,  and  broke  my  chains. 

2  Did  melting  pity  stoop  so  low, 

The  Lord  from  heaven  pour  out  his  blood, 
To  save  our  rebel-race  from  wo, 
And  be  our  advocate  with  God  1 

3  Infinite  mercy  !  boundless  love  ! 

Stand  in  amaze,  ye  rolling  skies  ! 
The  Son  of  God,  his  grace  to  prove, 
Hangs  on  a  tree,  and  groans,  and  dies ! 

s.  m. 

TJie  Light  of  the  World. 

1  HOW  heavy  is  the  night 

That  hangs  upon  our  eyes, 
Till  Christ,  with  his  reviving  light, 
Over  our  souls  arise  ! 

2  Our  guilty  spirits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  heaven  : 
But  in  his  righteousness  arrayed, 
We  see  our  sins  forgiven. 

3  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways  ; 
His  hands  infected  nature  cure, 
With  sanctifying  grace. 

4  The  powers  of  hell  agree 

To  hold  our  souls  in  vain  : 
He  sets  the  sons  of  bondage  free 
And  breaks  the  cursed  chain. 

5  Lord !  we  adore  thy  ways 

To  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 
Thy  sovereign  power,  thy  healing  grace, 
And  thine  atoning  blood. 


94 


7s. 
,Sim  of  Righteousness. 

1  CHRIST,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies,— 
Christ,  the  true,  the  only  light, — 
Sun  of  Righteousness !  arise, 

Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  night : 
Day-spring  from  on  high  !  be  near, 
Day-star  !  in  my  heart  appear. 


CHRIST.  30 

2  Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn, 

If  thy  light  is  hid  from  me  ; 
Joyless  is  the  day's  return, 

Till  thy  mercy's  beams  I  see  ; 
Till  they*  inward  light  impart, — 
Peace  and  gladness  to  my  heart. 

3  Visit,  then,  this  soul  of  mine, 

Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief; 
Fill  me,  Radiancy  divine  ! 

Scatter  all  my  unbelief : 
More  and  more  thyself  display, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 


95. 


C.  M. 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 

1  PLUNGED  in  a  gulf  of   dark  despair, 

We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and — Oh  !  amazing  love  ! — 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 
Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  Oh  !  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break  ; 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

5  Angels  !  assist  our  mighty  joys  ; 

Strike  ail  your  harps  of  gold; 
But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 


96 


C.  M. 
Pearl  of  great  Price. 

1  YE  glittering  toys  of  earth  !  adieu  ;- 
A  nobler  choice  be  mine  ; 
A  real  prize  attracts  my  view, — 
A  treasure  all  divine. 


308  HYMNS. 

2  Begone,  unworthy  of  my  cares, 

Ye  flattering  baits  of  sense  I 
Inestimable  worth  appears, — 
The  pearl  of  price  immense. 

3  Should  both  the  Indies,  at  my  call, 

Their  boasted  stores  resign, 
With  joy  I  would  renounce  them  all, 
For  leave  to  call  thee  mine. 

4  Should  earth's  vain  treasures  all  depart, 

Of  this  dear  gift  possessed, 
I  'd  clasp  it  to  my  joyful  heart, 
And  be  for  ever  blessed. 

5  Dear  Sovereign  of  my  soul's  desires ! 

Thy  love  is  bliss  divine ; 
Accept  the  praise  that  grace  inspires, 
Since  I  can  call  thee  mine. 


97 


98 


C.  M. 
Christ,  our  Support  in  Death. 

1  JESUS  !  the  vision  of  thy  face 

Hath  overpowering  charms : 
Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
While  in  the  Saviour's  arms. 

2  And  while  ye  hear  my  heart-strings  break 

How  sweet  the  minutes  roll ! 
A  mortal  paleness  on  my  cheek, 
And  glory  in  my  soul. 

L.M. 

Christ,  our  Wisdom  and  our  Righteousness. 

1  BURIED  in  shadows  of  the  night, 
We  lie,  till  Christ  restores  the  light ; 
Wisdom  descends  to  heal  the  blind, 
And  chase  the  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2  Our  guilty  souls  are  drowned  in  tears, 
Till  his  atoning  blood  appears  ; 
Then  we  awake  from  deep  distress, 
And  sing  the  Lord,  our  righteousness. 

3  Jesus  beholds  where  Satan  reigns, 
Binding  his  slaves  in  heavy  chains  : 
He  sets  the  pris'ners  free,  and  breaks 
The  iron  bondage  from  our  necks. 


CHRIST.  309 

4  Poor  helpless  worms  in  thee  possess 
Grace,  wisdom,  power,  and  righteousness  : 
Thou  art  our  mighty  All — and  we 
Give  our  whole  selves,  O  Lord !  to  thee. 

QQ  SM 

i/t/.  All  Things  in  Christ. 

1  THOU  very-present  Aid 

In  suffering  and  distress  ! 
The  mind,  which  still  on  thee  is  stayed, 
Is  kept  in  perfect  peace. 

2  The  soul,  by  faith  reclined 

On  the  Redeemer's  breast, 
Mid  raging  storms,  exults  to  find 
An  everlasting  rest. 

3  Sorrow  and  fear  are  gone, 

Whene'er  thy  face  appears ; 
It  stills  the  sighing  orphan's  moan, 
And  dries  the  widow's  tears. 

4  It  hallows  every  cross, 

It  sweetly  comforts  me  ; 
It  makes  me  now  forget  my  loss, 
And  lose  myself  in  thee. 

5  Jesus,  to  whom  I  fly, 

Will  all  my  wishes  fill ; 
What  though  created  streams  are  dry  ? 
I  have  the  fountain  still. 

6  Stripped  of  my  earthly  friends, 

I  find  them  all  in  one : 
And  peace,  and  joy  which  never  ends, 
And  heaven,  in  Christ,  begun. 


100 


L.  M. 

The  Mercy  of  God  in  Christ. 

NOT  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men, 
Did  Christ, the  Son  of  God, appear; 

No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  seen, 
No  flaming  sword,  nor  thunder  there. 

Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 
He  loved  the  race  of  man  so  well, 

He  sent  his  Son,  to  bear  our  load 
Of  sins,  and  save  our  souls  from  hell. 


101 


310  HYMNS. 

3  Sinners  !  believe  the  Saviour's  word, 
Trust  in  his  mighty  name  and  live  ; 
A  thousand  joys  his  lips  afford, 

His  hands  a  thousand  blessings  give. 

L.  M. 
Love  of  Christ  in  the  Heart. 

1  COME,  dearest  Lord  !  descend  and  dwell, 

By  faith  and  love  in  every  breast ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel, 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  expressed. 

2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength ; 

Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 
And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and  length. 
Of  thine  eternal  love  and  grace. 

3  Now  to  the  God  whose  power  can  do 

More  than  our  thoughts  and  wishes  know, 
Be  everlasting  honors  done 
By  all  the  church,  through  Christ,  the  Son. 

109  SM 

lU/V.  Vital  Union  to  Christ. 

1  DEAR  Saviour  1  we  are  thine 

By  everlasting  bonds ; 
Our  names,  our  hearts,  we  would  resign , 
Our  hearts  are  in  thy  hands. 

2  To  thee  we  still  would  cleave, 

With  ever-growing  zeal ; 
If  millions  tempt  us  Christ  to  leave, 
Oh  !  let  them  ne'er  prevail. 

3  Thy  Spirit  shall  unite 

Our  souls  to  thee,  our  head ; 
Shall  form  us  to  thine  image  bright, 
That  we  thy  paths  may  tread. 

4  Death  may  our  souls  divide 

From  these  abodes  of  clay ; 
But  love  shall  keep  us  near  thy  side 
Through  all  the  gloomy  way. 

5  Since  Christ  and  we  are  one, 

Why  should  we  doubt  and  fear  ? 
If  he  in  heaven  hath  fixed  his  throne, 
He  '11  fix  his  members  there. 


CHRIST.  311 

1 03  c  M 

JL  \JtJ»  God's  Love  in  Christ. 

1  THE  Saviour  !— Oh  !  what  endless  charms 

Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound  ! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  peace  around. 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  arid  joys  divine, 

In  rich  effusion  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin, 
And  doomed  to  endless  wo. 

3  Oh  !  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 

Of  bliss  a  boundless  store  ! 
Dear  Saviour  !  let  me  call  thee  mine  ; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

4  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 

Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall ; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
"My  Saviour,  and  my  all ! 

1  f)A  H.  M. 

i-  v/t)  »  Mission  of  Christ. 

1  COME,  every  pious  heart, 

That  loves  the  Saviour's  name  ! 
Your  noblest  powers  exert 

To  celebrate  bis  fame  ; 
Tell  all  above,  and  all  below, 
The  debt  of  love  to  him  you  owe. 

2  He  left  his  starry  crown, 

And  laid  his  robes  aside  ; 
On  wings  of  love,  came  down, 

And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died  , 
What  he  endured  no  tongue  can  tell, 
To  save  our  souls  from  death  and  hell. 

3  From  the  dark  grave  he  rose, — 

The  mansion  of  the  dead  ; 
And  thence  his  mighty  foes 

In  glorious  triumph  led  ; 
Up  through  the  sky  the  conqueror  rode, 
And  reigns  on  high, the  Saviour-God. 

4  From  thence  he  '11  quickly  come, — 

His  chariot  will  not  stay, — 


312  HYMNS. 

And  bear  our  spirits  home 

To  realms  of  endless  day  : 
There  shall  we  see  his  lovely  face, 
And  ever  be  in  his  embrace. 


105. 


C.  M. 
King  of  Saints. 

1  COME,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name, 

And  joy  to  make  it  known  ! 
The  sovereign  of  your  hearts  proclaim, 
And  bow  before  the  throne. 

2  Behold  your  King,  your  Saviour,  crowned 

With  glories  all-divine  ; 
And  tell  the  wondering  nations  round, 
How  bright  these  glories  shine. 

3  Infinite  power  and  boundless  grace, 

In  him  unite  their  rays  ; 
Ye  that  have  e'er  beheld  his  face  I 
Can  ye  forbear  his  praise  ] 

4  When  in  his  earthly  courts  we  view 

The  beauties  of  our  King, 
We  long  to  love  as  angels  do, 
And  wish  like  them  to  sing. 

5  And  shall  we  long  and  wish  in  vain  1 

Lord  !  teach  our  songs  to  rise  ; 
Thy  love  can  animate  the  strain, 
And  bid  it  reach  the  skies. 


106 


C.  M. 

A  new  Song  to  the  Lamb. 

BEHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 
Amidst  his  Father's  throne  ! 

Prepare  new  honors  for  his  name, 
And  songs,  before  unknown. 

Let  elders  worship  at  his  feet, 

The  church  adore  around  ; 
With  vials  full  of  odors  sweet, 

And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

Those  are  the  prayers  of  all  the  saints, 
And  these  the  hymns  they  raise : 

Jesus  is  kind  to  our  complaints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praise. 


CHRIST.  313 

4  Now  to  the  Lamb,  that  once  was  slain, 

Be  endless  blessings  paid  ; 
Salvation,  gloryf  joy,  remain 
For  ever,  on  thy  head. 

5  Thou  hast  redeemed  our  souls  with  blood« 

Hast  set  the  pris'ners  free, 
Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  thee. 


107 


CM. 

Asking  tfte  Presence  of  Christ. 

1  COME,  thou  desire  of  all  thy  saints ! 

Our  humble  strains  attend, 
While,  with  our  praises  and  complaints, 
Low  at  thy  feet  we  bend. 

2  How  should  our  songs,  like  those  above, 

With  warm  devotion  rise  ! 
How  should  our  soulsr  on  wings  of  love, 
Mount  upward  to  the  skies  ! 

3  Come,  Lord  !  thy  love  alone  can  raise 

In  us  the  heavenly  flame  ; 
Then  shall  our  lips  resound  thy  praise, 
Our  hearts  adore  thy  name. 

4  Dear  Saviour  !  let  thy  glory  shine, 

And  fill  thy  dwellings  here, 
Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine 
A  heaven  on  earth  appear. 

5  Then  shall  our  hearts  enraptured  say,— 

Come,  great  Redeemer  !  come, 
And  bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day, 
That  calls  thy  children  home. 

1  Oft  L  M- 

JL  \J O  •  Divinity  of  Christ  proved  by  his  Miracles. 

1  BEHOLD  !  the  blind  their  sight  receive  ; 
Behold  !  the  dead  awake  and  live  ; 

The  dumb  speak  wonders — and  the  lame 
Leap,  like  the  hart,  and  bless  his  name. 

2  Thus  doth  th'  eternal  Spirit  own 
And  seal  the  mission  of  the  Son  ; 
The  Father  vindicates  [lis  cause, 
While  he  hangs  bleed'  ig  on  the  cross. 


314  HYMNS. 

3  He  dies — the  heavens  in  mourning  stood  !- 
He  rises,  and  appears  a  God  ; 

Behold  the  Lord  ascending  high, — 
No  more  to  bleed — no  more  to  die  ! 

4  Hence,  and  for  ever  from  my  heart 
I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart ; 
And  to  those  hands  my  soul  resign, 
Which  bear  credentials  so  divine. 


109 


L    M. 
CHirist,  our  Righteousness. 

1  JESUS  !  thy  robe  of  righteousness 
My  beauty  is, — my  glorious  dress  : 
Mid  flaming  worlds,  in  this  arrayed, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  WThen,  from  the  dust  of  death,  I  rise 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies, 
E'en  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea, — 
"  Jesus  hath  lived  and  died  for  me." 

3  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears. 
When  ruined  nature  sinks  in  years  ; 
No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue ; — 
The  robe  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 

4  Oh  !  let  the  dead  now  hear  thy  voice ; 
Now  bid  thy  banished  ones  rejoice ; 
Their  beauty  this — their  glorious  dress 
Jesus,  the  Lord, our  righteousness. 

110  L  M 

J-  X  \J»  TJie  example  of  Christ. 

1  MY  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord! 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word, 

But  in  thy  life"  the  law  appears. 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, — 
Such  love  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine 

3  Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight-air, 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer ; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  vict'ry  too. 


CHRIST.  315 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern  ;— make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 
Then  God,' the  judge,  shall  own  my  name, 
Among  the  folFwers  of  the  Lamb. 

1-j   "I  6s  and  4s. 

J-  1  •  Worthy  the  Lamb. 

1  GLORY  to  God  on  high  ! 

Let  heaven  and  earth  reply — 

"  Praise  ye  his  name  !" 
His  love  and  grace  adore, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore  ; 
And  sing  for  ever  more — 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !" 

2  Ye  who  surround  the  throne  I 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  his  name  : 
Ye  who  have  felt  his  blood 
Sealing  your  peace  with  God  ! 
Sound  his  dear  name  abroad, — 

"Worthy  the  Lamb !" 

3  Join,  all  ye  ransomed  race  I 
Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless ; 

Praise  ye  his  name  : 
In  him  we  will  rejoice, 
And  make  a  joyful  noise, 
Shouting  with  heart  and  voice — 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

4  Soon  must  we  change  our  place, 
Yet  will  we  never  cease 

Praising  his  name : 
To  him  our  songs  we  '11  bring, 
Hail  him  our  gracious  King, 
And  through  all  ages  sing — 

"Worthy  the  Lamb  !" 

A  J.  /W»  Praise  from  Saints  and  Angels. 

1  COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs, 

With  angels  round  the  throne ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 

"To  be  exalted  thus!" 


316  HYMNS. 

"Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
"For  he  was  slain  for  us !" 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord  !  for  ever  thine. 

4  Let  all  who  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 


113. 


L.  M. 

Blessing  and  Honor  to  the  Lamb. 

1  WHAT  equal  honors  shall  we  bring 

To  thee,  O  Lord, our  God,  the  Lamb! 
When  all  the  notes  that  angels  sing 
Are  far  interior  to  thy  name? 

2  Worthy  is  he  who  once  was  slain, — 

The  "Prince  of  peace,  who  groaned  and  died,-' 
Worthy  to  rise,  and  live,  and  reign, 
At  his  almighty  Father's  side. 

3  Honor  immortal  must  be  paid, 

Instead  of  scandal  and  of  scorn ; 
While  glory  shines  around  his  head, 
And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 

4  Blessings  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  curse  for  wretched  men ! 
Let  angels  sound  his  sacred  name, 
And  every  creature  say, — Amen. 

.  1  4*.  Love  to  Christ  desired. 

1  THOU  lovely  source  of  true  delight, 

Whom  I  unseen  adore! 
Unveil  thy  beauties  to  my  sight, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

2  Thy  glory  o'er  creation  shines  ;— 

But  in'thy  sacred  word, 


CHRIST.  317 

I  read,  in  fairer,  brighter  lines, 
My  Weeding,  dying  Lord. 

3  'T  is  here,  whene'er  my  comforts  droop, 

And  sin  and  sorrow  rise, 
Thy  love,  with  cheering  beams  of  hope, 
My  fainting  heart  supplies. 

4  But  ah  !  too  soon  the  pleasing  scene 

Is  clouded  o'er  with  pain  ; 
My  gloomy  fears  rise  dark  between, 
And  1  again  complain. 

5  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  life,  my  light ! 

Oh  !  come  with  blissful  ray  ; 
Break  radiant  through  the  shades  of  night, 
And  chase  my  fears  away. 

6  Then  shall  my  soul  with  rapture  trace 

The  wonders  of  thy  love  : 
But  the  full  glories  of  thy  face 
Are  only  known  above. 

11/=;  L  * 

L  A-*J •  Christ,  cur  High  Priest  and  King. 

1  NOW  to  the  Lord, who  makes  us  know 

The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 
Be  humble  honors  paid  below, 

And  strains  of  nobler  praise  above. 

2  'T  was  he  that  cleansed  our  foulest  sins, 

And  washed  us  in  his  richest  blood  ; 
'T  is  he  that  makes  us  priests  and  kings, 
And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 

3  To  Jesus,  our  atoning  priest, 

To  Jesus,  our  superior  king, 
Be  everlasting  power  confessed, 
And  every  tongue  his  glory  sing. 

4  Behold  j  on  flying  clouds  he  comes, 

And  every  eye  shall  see  him  move : 
Though  with  our  sins  we  pierced  hirn  once 
Then  he  displays  his  pard'ning  love. 

5  The  unbelieving  world  shall  wail, 

While  we  rejoice  to  see  the  day: 
Come,  Lord  !  nor  let  thy  promise  fail, 
Nor  let  thy  chariot  long  delay. 
27* 


S18  HYMNS. 

1-1   r*  8s  and  7s.    Peculiar. 

-L  \J*      Chrisi,  the  Lamb,  enthroned  and  worshiped. 

1  HARK  ! — ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 

Sound  the  note  of  praise  above, 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices ; — 

Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love  : 
See  !  he  sits  on  yonder  throne ; 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 

2  Jesus !  hail !  whose  glory  brightens 

All  above,  and  gives  it  worth ; 
Lord  of  life  !  thy  smile  enlightens, 

Cheers,  and  charms  thy  saints  on  earth. 
When  we  think  of  love  like  thine, 
Lord  !  we  own  it  love  divine. 

3  King  of  glory  !  reign  for  ever — 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown  ; 
Nothing,  from  thy  love,  shall  sever 

Those  whom  thou  hast  made  thine  own  ;- 
Happy  objects  of  thy  grace, 
Destined  to  behold  thy  face. 

4  Saviour  !  hasten  thine  appearing ; 

Bring — Oh  !  bring  the  glorious  day, 
When  the  awful  summons  hearing, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away ; — 
Then,  with  golden  harps,  we  '11  sing, — 
"  Glory,  glory  to  our  King." 

j   -|  ry  8s  and  7s. 

L  JL   I  •  Praise  to  God,  the  Saviour. 

1  MIGHTY  God  I  while  angels  bless  thee, 

May  a  mortal  lisp  thy  name  ] 
Lord  of  men,  as  well  as  angels  ! 

Thou  art  every  creature's  theme : 
Lord  of  every  land  and  nation  ! 

Ancient  of  eternal  days  ! 
Sounded  through  the  wide  creation, 

Be  thy  just  and  lawful  praise. 

2  For  the  grandeur  of  thy  nature, — 

Grand  beyond  a  seraph's  thought  ;— 
For  the  wonders  of  creation, 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought  ,- 
For  thy  providence,  that  governs 

Through  thine  empire's  wide  domain, 


CHRIST,  319 

Wings  an  angel,  guides  a  sparrow  ; — 
Blessed  be  thy  gentle  reign. 

3  For  thy  rich,  thy  free  redemption, 

Bright,  though  veiled  in  darkness  long  ; — 
Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  expression, 

Who  can  sing  that  wondrous  song  } 
Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory  ! 

Shall  thy  praise  unuttered  lie? 
Break,  my  tongue  !  such  guilty  silence, 

Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die : — 

4  From  the  highest  throne  of  glory, 

To  the  cross  of  deepest  wo, 
Came  to  ransom  guilty  captives  ! — 

Flow,  my  praise  !  for  ever  flow  : 
Re-ascend,  immortal  Saviour ! 

Leave  thy  footstool,  take  thy  throne  ; 
Thence  return  and  reign  for  ever ; — 

Be  the  kingdom  all  thine  own ! 


118. 


S.  M. 

Moses  and  Christ. 


1  THE  law  by  Moses  came  ; 

But  peace  and  truth  and  love 
Were  brought  by  Christ,  a  nobler  name, 
Descending  from  above. 

2  Amidst  the  house  of  God, 

Their  different  works  were  done; 
Moses  a  faithful  servant  stood, 
But  Christ  a  faithful  Son. 

3  Then  to  his  new  commands 

Be  strict  obedience  paid  ; 
O'er  all  his  Father's  house  he  stands, 
The  sovereign  and  the  head. 

4  The  man,  who  durst  despise 

The  law  that  Moses  brought — 
Behold  !  how  terribly  he  dies 
For  his  presumptuous  fault. 

9"  But  sorer  vengeance  falls 
On  that  rebellious  race, 
Who  hate  to  hear  when  Jesus  calls, 
And  dare  resist  his  grace. 


320  HYMNS. 

mail. 
©  Various  Success  of  the  Gospel. 

1  CHRIST  and  his  cross  is  all  our  theme ; 

The  mysteries  that  we  speak 
Are  scandal  in  the  Jews'  esteem, 
And  folly  to  the  Greek. 

2  But  souls,  enlightened  from  above, 

With  joy  receive  the  word  ; 
They  see  what  wisdom,  power,  and  love. 
Shine  in  their  dying  Lord. 

3  The  vital  savor  of  his  name 

Restores  their  fainting  breath ; 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  same 
To  guilt,  despair,  and  dealh. 

4  Till  God  diffuse  his  graces  down, 

Like  showers  of  heavenly  rain, 
In  vain  Apollos  sows  the  ground, 
And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

1  QA  8s  and  7s. 

JL  /C\J«  Tlie  Light  of  the  World. 

1  LIGHT  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 

Borders  on  the  shades  of  death  ! 
Come,  and, by  thy  love  revealing, 

Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath  : 
The  new  heaven  and  earth's  Creator, 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise, — 
Scattering  all  the  night  of  nature, 

Pouring  eye-sight  on  our  eyes. 

2  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing  ; 

Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 

Every  poor  benighted  heart : 
Come,  and  manifest  thy  favor 

To  the  ransomed,  helpless  race  ; 
Come,  thou  glorious  God  and  Saviour ! 

Come,  and  bring  the  gospel-grace. 

3  Save  us,  in  thy  great  compassion, 

O  thou  mild,  pacific  Prince  ! 
Give  the  knowledge  of  salvation, 

Give  the  pardon  of  our  sins  ; 
By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Every  burdened  soul  release  ; 


CHRIST.  321 

Every  weary,  wandering  spirit, 
Guide  into  thy  perfect  peace. 

mH.M. 
•  Christ,  our  King. 

1  REJOICE  !  the  Lord  is  King  !— 

Your  God  and  King  adore ; 
Mortals  !  give  thanks,  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore  : 
Lift  up  the  heart, — lift  up  the  voice, — 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints  I  rejoice. 

2  His  kingdom  cannot  fail ; 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heaven  ; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jesus  given  : 
Lift  up  the  heart, — lift  up  the  voices- 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints  !  rejoice. 

3  He  all  his  foes  shall  quell, — 
Shall  all  our  sins  destroy, 

And  every  bosom  swell 

With  pure  seraphic  joy  : 
Lift  up  the  heart, — lift  up  the  voice, — 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints  !  rejoice. 

[  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope  ; 

Jesus,  the  judge,  shall  come, 
And  take  his  servants  up 
To  their  eternal  home  : 
We  soon  shall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice , 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound, — Rejoice. 


122 


L.  M. 

God,  the  Son,  equal  with  the  Father. 

BRIGHT    King  of  glory,  dreadful  God  ! 

Our  spirits  bow  before  thy  seat ; 
To  thee  we  lift  an  humble  thought, 

And  worship  at  thine  awful  feet. 

A  thousand  seraphs,  strong  and  bright, 
Stand  round  the  glorious  Deity ; 

But  who,  among  the  sons  of  light, 
Pretends  comparison  with  thee  1 

Yet  one  there  is,  of  human  frame, — 
Jesus,  arrayed  i  n  flesh  and  blood, — 


322  HYMNS. 

Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 
A  full  equality  with  God. 

4  Their  glory  shines  with  equal  beams, 

Their  essence  is  for  ever  one  : 
Though  they  are  known  by  different  names, 
The  Father-God,  and  God,  the  Son. 

5  Then  let  the  name  of  Christ,  our  king, 

With  equal  honors  be  adored ; 
His  praise  let  every  angel  sing, 
And  all  the  nations  own  him — Lord. 

1  OQ  12s 

A.  /W  U  •  The  Voice  of  free  Grace. 

1  THE  voice  of  free  grace  cries — "  Escape  to  th 

mountain!" 
For  Adam's  lost  race,  Christ  hath  opened  a  fountain 
For  sin  and  uncleanness,  and  every  transgression 
His  blood  flows  most  freely,  in  streams  of  salvation 

CHORUS. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb  !   he  hath  purchased  our 

pardon, 
We  '11  praise  him  again,  when  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded !   Oh !   fiee  to  the 

Saviour ; 
He  calls  you  in  mercy, — 't  is  infinite  favor 
Your  sins  are  increasing, — escape  to  the  mountain, — 
His  blood  can  remove  them,  it  flows  from  the  fountain 

3  O  Jesus  !  ride  onward,  triumphantly  glorious, 
O'er  sin,  death  and  hell,  thou  art  more  than  victorious* 
Thy  name  is  the  theme  of  the  great  congregation, 
While  angels  and  saints  raise  the  shout  of  salvation. 

4  With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  escaped  to  the  shore ; 
With  harps  in  our  hands,  we  '11  praise  him  the  more ; 
We  '11  range  the  sweet  plains  on  the  bank  of  the  river, 
And  singr  of  salvation  for  ever  and  ever  ! 


124 


C.  M. 

Christ  precious. 

HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds 

And  drives  away  his  fear. 


CHRIST.  323 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'T  is  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And,  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3  Jesus  ! — my  shepherd,  husband,  friend, 

My  prophet,  priest,  and  king,. 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  way,  my  end, — 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

4  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But,  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I  '11  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

5  Till  then,  I  would  thy  love  proclaim, 

With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

L  /O  D  o  Life  in  Christ. 

1  WHEN  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise, 

And  fainting  hope  almost  expires, 
Jesus  !  to  thee  I  lift  mine  eyes, — 
To  thee  I  breathe  my  soul's  desires. 

2  If  my  immortal  Saviour  lives, 

Then  my  immortal  life  is  sure ; 
His  word  a  firm  foundation  gives  ; 
Here  let  me  build,  and  rest  secure. 

3  Here  let  my  faith  unshaken  dwell, 

For  ever  firm  the  promise  stands  ; 
Not  all  the  powers  of  earth  and  hell 
Can  e'er  dissolve  the  sacred  bands. 

4  Here,  O  my  soul !  thy  trust  repose  ; 

If  Jesus  is  for  ever  mine, 
Not  death  itself — that  last  of  foes — 
Shall  break  a  union  so  divine. 


L.  M. 

Communion  icith  Christ. 


126. 

1  OH  !  that  I  could  for  ever  dwell, 
Delighted  at  the  Saviour's  feet, 
Behold  the  form  I  love  so  well, 
And  all  his  tender  words  repeat 


324  HYMNS. 

2  The  world  shut  out  from  all  my  soul, 

And  heaven  brought  in  with  all  its  bliss 
Oh  !  is  there  aught,  from  pole  to  pole, 
One  moment,  to  compare  with  this  ] 

3  This  is  the  hidden  life  I  prize, — 

A  life  of  penitential  love  ; 
When  most  my  follies  I  despise, 
And  raise  my  highest  thoughts  above . 

4  When  all  I  am,  I  clearly  see, 

And  freely  own,  with  deepest  shame ; 
When  the  Redeemer's  love  to  me 
Kindles  within  a  deathless  flame. 

5  Thus  would  I  live,  till  nature  fail, 

And  all  my  former  sins  forsake  ; 
Then  rise  to  God,  within  the  veil, 
And  of  eternal  joys  partake. 

L.  M. 

Christ,  the  supreme  God  and  King. 

1  AROUND  the  Saviour's  lofty  throne, 

Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand  sing  ; 
They  worship  him  as  God  alone, 
And  crown  him — everlasting  King. 

2  Approach,  ye  saints !  this  God  is  yours ; 

'T  is  Jesus,  fills  the  throne  above  : 
Ye  cannot  want,  while  God  endures ; 
Ye  cannot  fail,  while  God  is  love. 

3  Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King  ! 

To  thee  the  praise  of  heaven  belongs ; 
Yet,  smile  on  us  who  fain  would  bring 
The  tribute  of  our  humble  songs. 

4  Though  sin  defile  our  worship  here, 

We  hope  ere-long  thy  face  to  view ; 
And,  when  our  souls  in  heaven  appear, 
We  '11  praise  thy  name  as  angels  do. 


127 


128 


7s. 
Jesus,  the  Refuge. 

1  JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul ! 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high ; 


CHRIST.  325 

Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour  !  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 

Oh  !  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, — 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee  ; 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone ; 

Still  support  and  comfort,  me  : 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed ; 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring  ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head, 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

2>  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, — 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin  ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within ; 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  ; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 

9Q  L  M- 

&  *J  •  Christ,  the  only  Refuge. 

1  THOU  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 

My  refuge,  my  almighty  friend  ! 
And  can  my  soul  from  thee  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend  1 

2  Whither,  ah  !  whither  shall  I  go, 

A  wretched  wanderer  from  my  Lord  1 
Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  wo 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford  ? 

3  Eternal  life  thy  words  impart, 

On  these  my  fainting  spirit  lives  ; 
Here  sweeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart, 
Than  all  the  round  of  nature  gives. 

4  Let  earth's  alluring  joys  combine  ; 

While  thou  art  near,  in  vain  they  call ; 

One  smile — one  blissful  smile  of  thine, — 

My  dearest  Lord  !  outweighs  them  all, 

5  Low  at  thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie, — 
Here  safety  dwells  and  peace  divine : 

28 


326  HYMNS. 

Still  let  me  live  beneath  thine  eye 
For  life— eternal  life — is  thine. 

1  30  c  M 

±  tJ\J^  Jesus,  seen  of  Angels. 

1  BEYOND  the  glittering,  starry  skies 

Far  as  th'  eternal  hills, 
There,  in  the  boundless  worlds  of  light, 
Our  dear  Redeemer  dwells. 

2  Legions  of  angels  round  his  throne, 

In  countless  armies  shine  ; 
And  swell  his  praise  with  golden  harps, 
Attuned  to  songs  divine. 

3  "Hail,  glorious  Prince  of  peace  1"  they  cry 

"  Whose  "unexampled  love 
Moved  thee  to  quit  these  glorious  realms, 
And  royalties  above." 

4  Through  all  his  travels  here  below, 

They  did  his  steps  attend  ; 
Oft  wondering  how,  or  where,  at  last, 
The  mystic  scene  would  end. 

5  They  saw  his  heart  transfixed  with  wounds, 

And  viewed  the  crimson  gore  ; 
They  saw  him  break  the  bars  of  death, 
Which  none  e'er  broke  before. 

8  They  brought  his  chariot  from  above, 
To  bear  him  to  his  throne  ; 
Clapped  their  triumphant  wings,  and  cried,— 
"The  glorious  work  is  done  !" 


131 


7s  and  6s. 
Praise  to  the  Saviour. 

TO  thee,  my  God  and  Saviour 

My  heart  exulting  sings, 
Rejoicing  in  thy  favor, 

Almighty  King  of  kings  ! 
I  '11  celebrate  thy  glory, 

With  all  thy  saints  above, 
And  tell  the  joyful  story 

Of  thy  redeeming  love. 

Soon  as  the  morn,  with  roses, 
Bedecks  the  dewy  east. 


CHRIST.  32' 

And  when  the  sun  reposes 

Upon  the  ocean's  breast ; 
M)r  voice, in  supplication. 

Well-pleased  the  Lord  shall  hear  : 
Oh  !  grant  me  thy  salvation, 

And  to  my  soul  draw  near. 

3  By  thee,  through  life  supported, 

"i  '11  pass  the  dangerous  road, 
With  heavenly  hosts  escorted, 

Up  to  thy  bright  abode  ; 
Then  cast  my  crown  before  thee, 

And,  all  my  conflicts  o'er, 
Unceasingly  adore  thee  : — 

What  could  an  angel  more  1 

A  iy/W»  Glory  and  Grace  in  Christ. 

1  NOW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song  ! 
Awake,  my  soul !  awake,  my  tongue  ! 
Hosanna  to  th'  eternal  name, 

And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 

2  See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, — 
The  brightest  image  of  his  grace  ! 
God,  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone. 

3  Grace  ! — 't  is  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme ; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name  : 

Ye  angels  !  dwell  upon  the  sound  ; 
Ye  heavens  !  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 

4  Oh  !  may  I  reach  that  happy  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face  ; 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold. 


133 


L.  M. 

The  Presence  of  the  Saviour. 

1  LORD  !  what  a  heaven  of  saving  grace 
Shines  through  the  beauties  of  thy  face, 
And  lights  our  passions  to  a  flame ! 
Lord  !  how  we  love  thy  charming  name  ! 

2  When  I  can  say, — my  God  is  mine, — 
When  I  can  feel  thy  glories  shine, 


328  HYMNS. 

I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
And  all  that  earth  calls  good  or  great. 

3  While  such  a  scene  of  sacred  joys 
Our  raptured  eyes  and  souls  employs, 
Here  we  could  sit  and  gaze  away 

A  long,  an  everlasting  day. 

4  Well,  we  shall  quickly  pass  the  night, 
To  the  fair  coasts  of  perfect  light ; 
Then  shall  our  joyful  senses  rove 
O'er  the  dear  object  of  our  love. 

5  Send  comforts  down  from  thy  right  hand, 
While  we  pass  through  this  barren  land, 
And  in  thy  temple  let  us  see 

A  glimpse  of  love,  a  glimpse  of  thee. 

1  3/1  c  M 

JL  £-J^rf»  Christ,  our  Example. 

1  BEHOLD  !  where,  in  a  mortal  form, 

Appears  each  grace  divine  : 
The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met, 
With  mildest  radiance  shine. 

2  To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light, 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 
To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 
Was  his  divine  employ. 

3  Mid  keen  reproach  and  cruel  scorn, 

He,  meek  and  patient,  stood  ; 
His  foes,  ungrateful,  sought  his  life, 
Who  labored  for  their  good. 

4  When,  in  the  hour  of  deep  distress, 

Before  his  Father's  throne, 
With  soul  resigned,  he  bowed,  and  said,— 
"  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  !" 

5  Be  Christ  our  pattern,  and  our  guide, 

His  image  may  we  bear  ; 
Oh  !  may  we  tread  his  holy  steps, — 
His  joy  and  glory  share. 

1  Q£;  c  M 

L  tJ  *J  •  The  Glory  of  Christ  in  Heaven. 

1  OH  !  the  delights,  the  heavenly  joys, 
The  glories  of  the  place. 


CHRIST.  329 

Where  Jesus  sheds  the  brightest  beams 
Of  his  o'erflowing  grace  ! 

2  Sweet  majesty  and  awful  love 

Sit  smiling  on  his  brow  ; 
And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above, 
At  humble  distance  bow. 

3  Archangels  sound  his  lofty  praise, 

Through  every  heavenly  street ; 
And  lay  their  heavenly  honors  down, 
Submissive,  at  his  feet. 

4  This  is  the  man,  th'  exalted  man, 

Whom  we,  unseen,  adore ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  his  face 
Our  hearts  shall  love  him  more. 

5  Lord !  how  our  souls  are  all  on  fire, 

To  see  thy  blest  abode : 
Our  tongues  rejoice  in  tunes  of  praise 
To  our  incarnate  God. 


136 


H.  M. 

Propfiet,  Priest,  and  King. 

1  JOIN  all  the  glorious  names 

Of  wisdom,  love,  and  power, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 

That  angels  ever  bore  : 
All  are  too  mean  to  speak  his  worth, 
Too  mean  to  set  my  Saviour  forth. 

2  Great  Prophet  of  our  God  ! 

Our  tongues  would  bless  thy  name ; 
By  thee  the  joyful  news 

Of  our  salvation  came  : — 
The  joyful  news  of  sins  forgiven, 
Of  hell  subdued,  and  peace  with  heaven. 

3  Jesus,  our  great  High-Priest, 

Hath  shed  his  blood  and  died ; 
My  guilty  conscience  needs 

No  sacrifice  beside : 
His  precious  blood  did  once  atone  ; 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

k  O  thou  almighty  Lord, 

Our  conqueror  and  our  King  ! 
28* 


HYMNS. 

Thy  sceptre  and  thy  sword. 

Thy  reigning  grace  we  sing  ; 
Thine  is  the  power  ;  Oh  !  make  us  sit, 
In  willing  bonds,  beneath  thy  feet. 


L.  M. 

Loving- Kindness. 


137. 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul !  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me  ; — 
His  loving-kindness, — Oh  !  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  by  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate  ;— 
His  loving-kindness, — Oh  !  how  great ! 

3  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick,  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood  ; — 
His  loving-kindness, — Oh  !  how  good  ! 

4  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale — 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  shall  fail ; 
Oh  !  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 

5  Then  let  me  mount,  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day ; 
And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 

±<uO»  Christ,  our  Sacrifice. 

1  NOT  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 

On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away; — 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 

While,  like  a  penitent,  I  stand, 

And  there  confess  my  sin. 


CHRIST.  331 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear, 
When  hanging  on  th'  accursed  tree, — 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove  ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb,  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 


139 


The  Songs  of  Heaven. 

YE  angels !  who  stand  round  the  throne, 

And  view  my  Immanuel's  face, — 
In  rapturous  songs  make  him  known, 

Tune — tune  your  soft  harps  to  his  praise : 
He  formed  you  the  spirits  you  are, 

So  happy,  so  noble,  so  good ; 
When  others  sunk  down  in  despair, 

Confirmed  by  his  power,  ye  stood. 

Ye  saints  !  who  stand  nearer  than  they, 

And  cast  your  bright  crowns  at  his  feet, — 
His  grace  and  his  glory  display, 

And  all  his  rich  mercies  repeat : 
He  snatched  you  from  hell  and  the  grave, 

He  ransomed  from  death  and  despair : 
For  you  he  was  mighty  to  save, — 

Almighty  to  bring  you  safe  there. 

Oh  !  when  will  the  moment  appear, 

When  I  shall  unite  in  your  song  1 
I  'm  weary  of  lingering  here, 

And  I  to  your  Saviour  belong : 
I  'm  fettered,  and  chained  here  in  clay, — 

I  struggle  and  pant  to  be  free ; 
I  long  to  be  soaring  away, 

My  God  and  my  Saviour  to  see. 

I  long  to  put  on  my  attire, — 

Washed  white  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ; 
I  long  to  be  one  of  your  choir, 

And  tune  my  sweet  harp  to  his  name ; 
I  long — Oh  !  I  long  to  be  there, 

Where  sorrow  and  sin  bid  adieu, — 
Your  joy  and  your  friendship  to  share, — 

To  wonder,  and  worship  with  you. 


332  HYMNS. 

140  HM 

J-  t?V/»  Tlte  Name  of  Christ  a  sweet  Savor. 

1  PRAISE  to  the  Lord  on  high, 

Who  spreads  his  triumphs  wide  i 
While  Jesus'  fragrant  name 

Is  breathed  on  every  side  ; 
Balmy  and  rich  the  odors  rise, 
And  fill  the  earth,  and  reach  the  skies. 

2  Ten  thousand  dying  souls 

Its  influence  feel — and  live  ; 
Sweeter  than  vital  air 

The  incense  they  receive  : 
They  breathe  anew,  and  rise  and  sing- 
Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  conquering  King. 

3  But  they,  who  scorn  the  grace 

That  brings  salvation  nigh, 
And  turn  away  their  face, 

Must  faint,  and  fall,  and  die : 
So  sad  a  doom,  ye  saints  !  deplore, 
For  Oh  !  they  fall  to  rise  no  more. 

HI  L  M 

X  tt  A.  •  Christ  present  with  his  People. 

1  HOW  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile, 

And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord  ! 
Dear  Saviour !  on  thy  people  smile, 
And  come,  according  to  thy  word. 

2  From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat, 

That  we  may  here  converse  with  thee : 
Ah  !  Lord  !  behold  us  at  thy  feet ; — 
Let  this  the  "gate  of  heaven"  be. 

3  "  Thief  of  ten  tlrtlisand  !"  now  appear, 

That  we  by  faith  may  see  thy  face  : 

Oh  !  speak,  that  we  thy  voice  may  hear, 

And  let  thy  presence  fill  this  place. 

1/19  c- M- 

i  Hb/dm  Excellency  of  Christ. 

1  INFINITE  loveliness  is  thine, 

Thou  glorious  Prince  of  grace  ! 
Thine  uncreated  beauties  shine, 
With  never-fading  rays. 

2  Sinners,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 

Come  bending  at  thy  feet ; 


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CHRIST.  J 

To  thee  their  prayers  and  songs  ascend, 
In  thee  their  wishes  meet. 

3  Millions  of  happy  spirits  live 

On  thine  exhaustless  store  ; 
From  thee  they  all  their  bliss  receive, 
And  heaven  can  give  no  more. 

4  Thou  art  their  triumph  and  their  joy,- — 

They  find  their  life  in  thee  ; 
Thy  glories  will  their  tongues  employ, 
Through  all  eternity. 

L.  M. 

Not  asfiamed  of  Clirist. 

1  JESUS  !  and  shall  it  ever  be— 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  1 
Ashamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days  1 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  ! — sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star  ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine, 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus — that  dear  friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ? 
No  ! — when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, — 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus  1 — yes,  I  may, 
When  I  've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, — 
No  tear  to  wipe, — no  good  to  crave, — 
No  fears  to  quell, — no  soul  to  save. 

5  Till  then — nor  is  my  boosting  vain — 
Till  then,  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ! 
And  Oh  !  may  this  my  glory  be — 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me. 


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s.  m. 

Christ's   Mediation. 

RAISE  your  triumphant  songs 

To  an  immortal  tune  ; 
Let  the  wide  earth  resound  the  deeds 

Celestial  grace  has  done. 

Sing — how  eternal  love 
Its  chief  beloved  chose, 


334  HYMNS. 

And  bade  him  raise  our  ruined  race 
From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 

No  terror  clothes  his  brow, 
No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  'T  was  mercy  filled  the  throne. 

And  wrath  stood  silent  by, 
When  Christ  was  sent,  with  pardons,  down 
To  rebels  doomed  to  die. 

5  Now,  sinners  !  dry  your  tears, 

Let  hopeless  sorrows  cease  ; 
Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love, 
And  take  the  offered  peace. 

6  Lord  !  we  obey  thy  call ; 

We  lay  an  humble  claim 
To  the  salvation  thou  hast  brought, 
And  love  and  praise  thy  name. 

1    if  CM. 

A  ~e£/  •  Chief  among  ten  thousand. 

1  MAJESTIC  sweetness  sits  enthroned 

Upon  the  Saviour's  brow  ; 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowned, 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 

2  No  mortal  can  with  him  compare 

Among  the  sons  of  men  ; 
Fairer  is  he,  than  all  the  fair 
Who  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

3  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 

And  flew  to  my  relief ; 
For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

4  To  him  I  owe  my  life  and  breath, 

And  all  the  joys  I  have  : 
He  makes  me  triumph  over  death, 
And  saves  me  from  the  grave. 

5  To  heaven,  the  place  of  his  abode, 

He  brings  my  weary  feet ; 
Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 
And  makes  my  joys  complete. 


CHRIST.  335 

6  Since  from  thy  bounty  I  receive 
Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord !  they  should  all  be  thine. 

1  4tiO»  Love  of  Christ  cekbratea. 

1  TG  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 

Awake  the  sacred  song  ! 
Oh  !  may  his  love — immortal  flame — 
Tune  every  heart  and  tongue. 

2  His  love,  what  mortal  thought  can  reach! 

What  mortal  tongue  display  1 
Imagination's  utmost  stretch, 
In  wonder,  dies  away. 

3  Dear  Lord  !  while  we  adoring  pay 

Our  humble  thanks  to  thee, 
May  every  heart  with  rapture  say, — 
"  The  Saviour  died  for  me  !" 

4  Oh !  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme, 

Fill  every  heart  and  tongue, 
Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  name, 
And  join  the  sacred  song. 


147. 


6s  and  4s. 
Christ,  our  Confidence. 

1  MY  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary  ! — 

Saviour  divine  ! 
Now  hear  me,  while  I  pray, 
Take  all  my  guilt  away, 
Oh  I  let  me,  from  this  day. 

Be  wholly  thine. 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire  ; 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
Oh !  may  my  love  to  thee, 
Pure,  warm/and  changeless  be,- 

A  living  fire. 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spreadT 

Be  thou  my  guide  ; 


336  HYMNS. 

Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 
From  thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll, 
Blest  Saviour  !  then,  in  love. 
Fear  and  distrust  remove  ; 
Oh  !  bear  me  safe  above, — 
A  ransomed  soul. 

1  /L8  L  u' 

JL  ^xlO*  Christ's  Sufferings  and  Glory. 

1  NOW  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praise 

To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son  ! 
Awake,  my  voice  1  in  heavenly  lays. 
Tell  the  loud  wonders  he  hath  done. 

2  Sing — how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light, 

And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above,— 
How  swift  and  joyful  was  his  flight, 
On  wings  of  everlasting  love. 

3  Deep  in  the  shades  of  gloomy  death, 

Th'  almighty  captive  pris'ner  lay ; 
Th'  almighty  captive  left  theearthr 
And  rose  to  everlasting  day. 

4  Among  a  thousand  harps  and  songs, 

Jesus,  the  God,  exalted  reigns ; 
His  sacred  name  fills  all  their  tongues, 
And  echoes  through  the  heavenly  plains 

1  4  J  •  The  Bock  of  Ages. 

1  ROCK  of  ages,  cleft  for  me  ! 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  wounded  side  that  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  perfect  cure  ; 

Save  me,  Lord !  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Should  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone, 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone  : 


CHRIST.  337 

In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring  ; 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  mine  eye-lids  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  forme  ! 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 

X  tJ\J*         Christ,  the  Way,  the  Truth,  and  the  Life. 

1  THOU  art  the  Way  ;— to  thee  alone 

From  sin  and  death  we  flee  ; 
And  he,  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  him,  Lord  !  in  thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  Truth  ; — thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can  impart ; 
Thou  only  canst  instruct  the  mind, 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life  ; — the  rending  tomb 
Proclaims  thy  conquering  arm  ; 

And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee 
Not  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

:  Thou  art  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life  ;— 
Grant  us  to  know  that  Way, 
That  Truth  to  keep,  that  Life  to  win, 
Which  lead  to  endless  day. 


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L.  M. 

Christ 7  the  Physician  of  the  Soul. 

DEEP  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  ma 
Where  shall  the  sinner  find  a  cure] 

In  vain,  alas  !  is  nature's  aid  ; 

The  work  exceeds  her  utmost  power. 

But  can  no  sovereign  balm  be  found  1 
And  is  no  kind  physician  nigh 

To  ease  the  pain,  and  heal  the  wound, 
Ere  life  and  hope  for  ever  fly  1 

There  is  a  great  physician  near; 

Look  up,  my  fainting  soul !  and  live  ; 
See, — in  his  heavenly  p'uiles  appear 

Such  help  as  nature  cannot  give. 
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338  HYMNS. 

4  See, — in  the  Saviour's  dying  blood, 

Life,  health,  and  bliss  abundant  flow? 
'T  is  only  that  dear  sacred  flood, 
Can  ease  thy  pain,  and  heal  thy  wo. 

lt/(V»  Christ,  our  Example  in  Suffering 

1  GO  to  dark  Gethsemane, 

Ye  that  feel  the  tempter's  power ! 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see, 

Watch  with  him  one  bitter  hour ; 
Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away, 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray." 

2  Follow  to  the  judgment-hall. 

View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned ; 
Oh  I  the  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 

Oh  !  the  pangs  his  soul  sustained  : 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  nor  loss ; 
Learn  of  him  to  bear  the  cross. 

3  Calv'ry's  mournful  mountain  climb  ; 

There — adoring  at  his  feet, 
Mark  that  miracle  of  Time — 

God's  own  sacrifice  complete  : 
"It  is  finished" — hear  him  cry  ; 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 

4  Early  hasten  to  the  tomb, 

Where  they  laid  his  breathless  clay  ; 
All  is  solitude  and  gloom, 

Who  hath  taken  him  away  1 — 
Christ  is  risen — he  meets  our  eyes  ; 
Saviour !  teach  us  so  to  rise. 


153. 


L.  M. 

Getlisemane. 


1  'T  IS  midnight — and,  on  Olive's  brow, 

The  star  is  dimmed  that  lately  shone ; 
'T  is  midnight — in  the  garden  now 
.  The  suffering  Saviour  prays  alone. 

2  'T  is  midnight — and,  from  all  removed, 

Immanuel  wrestles  lone,  with  fears ; 
E'en  the  disciple  that  he  loved 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  teare 


CHRIST.  339 

3  'T  is  midnight — and  for  others'  guilt 

The  man  of  sorrows  weeps  in  blood ; 
Yet  he,  who  hath  in  anguish  knelt, 
Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 

4  'Tis  midnight — and,  from  ether-plains, 

Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know  ; 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  wo. 

1    ri  8s  and  6s. 

JL  t/4r»  The  Garden  oj  Agony. 

1  BEHOLD,  where  Cedron's  waters  flow,— 
Behold  the  suffering  Saviour  go, 

To  sad  Gethsemane  ! 
His  countenance  is  all  divine, 
Yet  grief  appears  in  every  line. 

2  He  bows  beneath  the  sins  of  men, 
He  cries  to  God,  and  cries  again, 

In  sad  Gethsemane ; 
He  lifts  his  mournful  eyes  above — 
"My  Father!  can  this  cup  remove V* 

3  With  gentle  resignation  still, 
He  yielded  to  his  Father's  will, 

In  sad  Gethsemane ; — 
"Behold  me  here,  thine  only  Son, 
And,  Father  !  let  thy  will  be  done/' 

4  The  Father  heard, — and  angels  there 
Sustained  the  Son  of  God  in  prayer, 

In  sad  Gethsemane  ; 
He  drank  the  dreadful  cup  of  pain, 
Then  rose  to  life  and  joy  again. 

5  When  storms  of  sorrow  round  us  sweep, 
And  scenes  of  anguish  make  us  weep, 

To  sad  Gethsemane 
We  '11  look,  and  see  the  Saviour  there, 
Then  humbly  bow,  like  him,  in  prayer 

tJ  tJ  •  Christ,  dying  on  the  Cross. 

1  BEHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind, 
Nailed  to  the  shameful  tree  ! 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclined 
To  bleed  and  die  for  me. 


340  HYMNS. 

2  Hark  !  how  he  groans,  while  nature  shakes, 

And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend  ! 
The  temple's  veil  asunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'T  is  done  !  the  precious  ransom  's  paid, 

"Receive  my  soul !"  he  cries  : 
See — how  he  bows  his  sacred  head  ! 
He  bows  his  head  and  dies  ! 

4  But  soon  he  '11  break  death's  iron-chain, 

And  in  full  glory  shine  ; 
O  Lamb  of  God !  was  ever  pain — 
Was  ever  love  like  thine  ] 

1  ^fi  L  M 

lt/Ui  Christ  on  the  Cross. 

1  'T  IS  finished ! — so  the  Saviour  cried, 
And  meekly  bowed  his  head,  and  died ; 
'T  is  finished ! — yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  vict'ry  won. 

2  'T  is  finished  ! — this  his  dying  groan 
Shall  sins  of  every  kind  atone  ; 
Millions  shall  be  redeemed  from  death, 
By  this  his  last  expiring  breath. 

3  'T  is  finished  ! — Heaven  is  reconciled, 
And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  spoiled : 
Peace,  love,  and  happiness,  again 
Return,  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 

4  'T  is  finished  ! — let  the  joyful  sound 

Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round : 

'T  is  finished  ! — let  the  echo  fly,  [sky. 

Through  heaven  and  hell,  through  earth  and 


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L.  M. 

Christ  dying,  rising,  and  reigning. 

HE  dies  ! — the  friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 

Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around » 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies — 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground. 

Here  's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 

But, — lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see  ! 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again. 


CHRIST.  341 

3  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb  ; 

Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies ; 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him — welcome  to  the  skies. 

4  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints  !  and  tell 

How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns ; 
Sing, — how  he  spoiled  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  tyrant,  death,  in  chains 

5  Say, — uLive  for  ever,  glorious  King  ! 

Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  !" 
Then  ask, — "O  death  !  where  is  thy  sting* 
And  where  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  graved* 


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159 


8s,  7s  and  4. 
The  expiring  Saviour 

HARK  I  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 

Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary ; 
See  ! — it  rends  the  rocks  asunder — 

,  Shakes  the  earth— and  veils  the  sky : 
"  It  is  finished  !"— 

Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 

"It  is  finished !" — Oh  !  what  pleasure 
Do  these  charming  words  afford  ! 

Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  through  Christ,  the  Lord : 

"It  is  finished  !"— 

Saints !  the  dying  words  record. 

Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs  ! 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme : 
All  in  earth  and  heaven,  uniting, 

Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name  : 
Hallelujah  !— 

Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 

L.  M. 

Salvation  by  the  Cross. 

HERE  at  thy  cross,  incarnate  God  ! 

I  lay  my  soul  beneath  thy  love, — 
Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  blood, 

Jesus ! — nor  shall  it  e'er  remove. 

Should  worlds  conspire  to  drive  me  hence, 
Moveless  and  firm  this  heart  should  lie ; 
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342  HYMNS. 

Resolved, — for  that 's  my  last  defence,— 
If  I  must  perish,  here  to  die. 

3  But  speak,  my  Lord  !  and  calm  my  fear ; 

Am  I  not  safe  beneath  thy  shade  ] 
Thy  vengeance  will  not  strike  me  here, 
Nor  Satan  dare  my  soul  invade. 

4  Yes,  I  'm  secure  beneath  thy  blood. 

And  all  my  foes  shall  lose  their  aim ; 
Hosanna  to  my  Saviour-God, 

And  my  best  honors  to  his  name  ! 

1  fiO  L  M 

JL  uUj  Christ's  Passion. 

1  THE  morning  dawns  upon  the  place, 

Where  Jesus  spent  the  night  in  prayer 
Through  yielding  glooms  behold  his  fac 
Nor  form,  nor  comeliness  is  there. 

2  Brought  forth  to  judgment,  now  he  stands 

Arraigned,  condemned,  at  Pilate's  bar  ; 

Here,  spurned  by  fierce  prsetorian  bands, 

There,  mocked  by  Herod's  men  of  war. 

3  He  bears  their  buffeting  and  scorn, 

Mock-homage  of  the  lip,  the  knee — 
The  purple  robe,  the  crown  of  thorn, — 
The  scourge,  the  nail,  th'  accursed  tree. 

4  No  guile  within  his  mouth  is  found, 

He  neither  threatens  nor  complains  ; 
Meek,  as  a  lamb  for  slaughter  bound, — 
Dumb,  mid  his  murderers  he  remains. 

5  But  hark  !  he  prays  ; — 't  is  for  his  foes  ; 

He  speaks  ; — 't  is  comfort  to  his  friends  ; 
Answers, — and  paradise  bestows : 
He  bows  his  head ; — the  conflict  ends. 

6  Truly  this  was  the  Son  of  God — 

Though  in  a  servant's  mean  disguise  : 
And,  bruised  beneath  the  Father's  rod, 
Not  for  himself, — for  man  he  dies. 

1^1  L'M- 

X  \J  J-  •  A  dying  Saviour. 

1  STRETCHED  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies' 
Hark  !  his  expiring  groans  arise : 


CHRIST-  348 

See — from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
Fast  flows  the  sacred  crimson  tide  ! 

2  But  life  attends  the  deathful  sound, 
And  flows  from  every  bleeding  wound  : 
The  vital  stream, — how  free  it  flows, 
To  save  and  cleanse  his  rebel-foes  ! 

3  Can  I  survey  this  scene  of  wo, 
Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow, 
And  yet  my  heart  unmoved  remain. 
Insensible  to  love  or  pain  1 

4  Come,  dearest  Lord  !  thy  grace  impart 
To  warm  this  cold,  this  stupid  heart ; 
Till  all  its  powers  and  passions  move, 
In  melting  grief  and  ardent  love. 

Ifi  9  LM 

J-  v//W«  Love  inscribed  on  the  Cross. 

1  WE  sing  the  praise  of  him  who  died — 

Of  him  who  died  upon  the  cross  ; 
The  sinner's  hope  let  men  deride, 
For  this  we  count  the  world  but  loss. 

2  Inscribed  upon  the  cross  we  see, 

In  shining  letters, — "God  is  Love  :" 
He  bears  our  sins  upon  the  tree, 
He  brings  us  mercy  from  above. 

3  The  cross  ! — it  takes  our  guilt  away, 

It  holds  the  fainting  spirit  up  ; 
It  cheers  with  hope  the  gloomy  day, 
And  sweetens  every  bitter  cup. 

4  It  makes  the  coward-spirit  brave, 

And  nerves  the  feeble  arm  for  fight ; 
It  takes  its  terrors  from  the  grave, 
And  gilds  the  bed  of  death  with  light. 

5  The  balm  of  life,  the  cure  of  wo, 

The  measure  and  the  pledge  of  love ; 
'T  is  all  that  sinners  want  below, 
'T  is  all  that  angels  know  above. 

1   fO  L-  M.  Double. 

J.  U  O  o  Contrition  at  the  Cross. 

1  FAST  flow,  my  tears  !  the  cause  is  great : 
This  tribute  claims  an  injured  friend  ;— 


344  HYMNS. 

One  whom  I  long  pursued  with  hate, 

While  he  would  love  me  to  the  end : 
When  justice  frowned  above  my  head, 
And  death  its  terrors  round  me  spread. 
He  interposed,  the  wounds  he  bore, 
And  bade  me  live  to  die  no  more. 

2  Fast  flow,  my  tears  !  yet  faster  flow  ! 

Streams  copious  as  yon  purple  tide : 
Who  was  it  gave  the  deadly  blow  ] 

Who  urged  the  hand  that  pierced  his  side 
My  soul !  thy  victim  here  behold, 
What  pangs,  what  agonies  untold, 
While  justice,  armed  with  power  divine, 
Pours  on  his  head  what 's  due  to  thine  ! 

3  Fast  and  yet  faster  flow,  my  tears  ! 

Now  break  this  heart,  and  drown  these  eyes  :— 
His  visage  marred  toward  heaven  he  rears, 

And,  pleading  for  his  murderers,  dies ! 
My  grief  no  measure  knows,  nor  end, 
Till  he  appears  the  sinner's  Friend, 
And  gives  me,  in  some  happy  hour, 
To  feel  the  risen  Saviour's  power. 

IUt^d  Christ  crucified^  the  Wisdom  and  Power  of  Gcd. 

1  NATURE  with  open  volume  stands, 

To  spread  her  Maker's  praise  abroad ; 
And  every  labor  of  his  hands 

Shows  something  worthy  of  a  God. 

2  But,  in  the  grace  that  rescued  man, 

His  brightest  form  of  glory  shines  ; 
Here,  on  the  cross,  'tis  fairest  drawn, 
In  precious  blood  and  crimson  lines. 

3  Oh  !  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross, 

Where  Christ,  the  Saviour,  loved  and  died  • 
Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws, 

From  his  dear  wounds  and  bleeding  side. 

4  I  would  for  ever  speak  his  name, 

In  sounds  to  mortal  ears  unknown  ; 

With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 

And  worship  at  his  Father's  throne. 


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CHRIST.  345 

L.  M. 

Crucifixion  to  the  World. 

WHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross, 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 

My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

Forbid  it,  Lord  !  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God ; 

All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

See, — from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down : 

Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  1 

Were  the  whole,  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 

Love,  so  amazing,  so  divine, 
Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 


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L.M. 

TJie  Hidings  of  the  Father's  Face. 

1  FROM  Calvary  a  cry  was  heard — 

A  bitter  and  heart-rending  cry  ! 

My  Saviour  !  every  mournful  word 

Bespeaks  thy  soul's  deep  agony. 

2  A  horror  of  great  darkness  fell 

On  thee,  thou  spotless,  holy  One  ! 
And  all  the  swarming  hosts  of  hell 
Conspired  to  tempt  God's  only  Son. 

3  The  scourge,  the  thorns,  the  deep  disgrace,— 

These  thou  could'st  bear,  nor  once  repine  r 
But  when  Jehovah  veiled  his  face, 
Unutterable  pangs  were  thine. 

4  Let  the  dumb  world  its  silence  break  ! 

Let  pealing  anthems  rend  the  sky  ! 
Awake,  my  sluggish  soul !  awake  ! 
He  died,  that  we  might  never  die. 

d  Lord  !  on  thy  cross  I  fix  mine  eye  : 
If  e'er  I  lose  its  strong  control, 
Oh  !  let  that  dying,  piercing  cry, 
Melt  and  reclaim  my  wandering  soul. 


346  HYMNS. 

1  fi7  s  M 

JL  \J  I  •  Redemption  completed. 

1  "THE  Lord  is  risen  indeed  !"— 

Then  is  his  work  performed ; 

The  mighty  captive  now  is  freed, 

And  death,  our  foe,  disarmed. 

2  "The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  !" — 

He  lives  to  die  no  more  ; 
He  lives,  the  sinner's  cause  to  plead, 
Whose  curse  and  shame  he  bore. 

3  "  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  !" — 

Then  hell  has  lost  his  prey : 
With  him  is  risen  the  ransomed  seed, 
To  reign  in  endless  day. 

4  "  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  !" — 

Attending  angels  !  hear  ; 
Up  to  the  courts  of  heaven,  with  speed, 
The  joyful  tidings  bear. 

5  Then  wake  your  golden  lyres, 

And  strike  each  cheerful  chord ; 
Join,  all  ye  bright,  celestial  choirs ! 
To  sing  our  risen  Lord. 

|   r*  Q  8s.  7s.  and  4. 

JL  UOo  Christ  triumphant. 

1  COME,  ye  saints  i  look  here  and  wonder , 

See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay ; 
He  has  burst  the  bands  asunder — 
He  has  borne  our  sins  away  : 

Joyful  tidings ! — 
Yes,  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day. 

2  Jesus  triumphs  ! — sing  ye  praises ; — 

'T  was  by  death  he  overcame  : 
Thus  the  Lord  his  glory  raises ; — 
Thus  he  fills  his  foes  with  shame : 

Sing  ye  praises — 
Praises  to  the  victor's  name. 

3  Jesus  triumphs  ! — countless  legions 

Come  from  heaven,  to  meet  their  King  , 
Soon,  in  yonder  happy  regions, 

They  shall  join  his  praise  to  sing : 
Songs  eternal 
Shall  through  heaven's  high  arches  ring 


CHRIST.  347 

I  \JtJ*  Christ's  Ascension. 

1  HAIL  the  day  which  sees  him  rise 
Glorious  to  his  native  skies  ! 
Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Enters  now  the  gates  of  heaven. 

2  There  the  glorious  triumph  waits  : — 
Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates  ! 
Christ  hath  vanquished  death  and  sir- 
Take  the  King  of  glory  in. 

3  See, — high  heaven  its  Lord  receives  ;— 
Yet  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves : 
Though  returning  to  his  throne, 

Still  he  calls  mankind  his  own. 

4  Still  for  us  he  intercedes  ; 

His  prevailing  death  he  pleads ; 
Near  himself  prepares  our  place, — 
Great  Forerunner  of  our  race. 

5  What  though  parted  from  our  sight 
Far  above  yon  starry  height  1 
May  our  warm  affections  rise, 
Folrwing  him  beyond  the  skies. 

|  l-y/"\  L.  M.  6  Lines. 

l   t\J*  Our  risen  Lord. 

1  HOW  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn 

That  gilds  the  sacred  tomb, 
Where  once  the  Crucified  was  borne, 

And  veiled  in  midnight-gloom  ! 
Oh  !  weep  no  more  the  Saviour  slain  ; 
The  Lord  is  risen — he  lives  again. 

2  Ye  mourning  saints  !  dry  every  tear 

For  your  departed  Lord  ; 
"  Behold  the  place — he  is  not  there," 

The  tomb  is  all  unbarred  : 
The  gates  of  death  were  closed  in  vain ; 
The  Lord  is  risen — he  lives  again. 
1  Now  cheerful  to  the  house  of  prayer 

Your  early  footsteps  bend, 
The  Saviour  will  himself  be  there, 

Your  advocate  and  friend  : 
Once  by  the  law  your  hopes  were  slain, 
But  now  in  Christ  ye  live  again. 


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348  HYMNS. 

4  How  tranquil  now  the  rising  day  ! 

'T  is  Jesus  still  appears, 
A  risen  Lord,  to  chase  away 

Your  unbelieving  fears  : 
Oh  !  weep  no  more  your  comforts  slain 
The  Lord  is  risen — he  lives  again. 

5  And  when  the  shades  of  evening  fall, 

When  life's  last  hour  draws  nigh, 
If  Jesus  shine  upon  the  soul, 

How  blissful  then  to  die  : 
Since  he  has  risen  who  once  was  slain, 
Ye  die  in  Christ  to  live  again. 

7s. 
Resurrection  and  Ascension  of  Christ. 

1  ANGELS  !  roll  the  rock  away  ; 
Death !  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey ; 
See  !  the  Saviour  leaves  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

2  Hark  !  the  wondering  angels  raise 
Louder  notes  of  joyful  praise ; 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Echo  with  the  blissful  sound. 

3  Now*  ye  saints  !  lift  up  your  eyes, 
See  him  high  in  glory  rise ! 
Hosts  of  angels,  on  the  road, 
Hail  him — the  incarnate  God. 

4  Heaven  unfolds  its  portals  wide, 

See  the  Conqueror  through  them  ride  ! 
King  of  glory  !  mount  thy  throne, — 
Boundless  empire  is  thine  own. 

5  Praise  him.  ye  celestial  choirs  ! 
Tune,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres ; 
Raise,  O  earth  !  your  noblest  songs, 
From  ten  thousand  thousand  tongues. 

mL.  M. 
•  Tlie  Resurrection  of  Christ. 

1  "  COME,  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay ! ' 
For  he  hath  left  his  gloomy  bed ; — 
What  angel  rolled  the  stone  away  1 
What  spirit  brought  him  from  the  dead  * 


CHRIST.  349 

2  By  his  omnipotence  he  rose, 

By  his  own  Spirit  lived  again  ; 
To  crush  for  ever  all  his  foes, — 
To  raise  for  ever  ruined  men. 

3  They,  who  his  image  here  partake, — 

Though  long  in  dust  their  flesh  consume, — 
Shall  sleep  in  Jesus,  and  awake 
To  life  eternal,  from  the  tomb. 


7s. 
The  Resurrection. 


173. 

1  MORNING  breaks  upon  the  tomb, 
Jesus  scatters  all  its  gloom  ; 

Day  of  triumph  through  the  skies,- 
See  the  glorious  Saviour  rise  ! 

2  Ye  who  are  of  death  afraid, 
.Triumph  in  the  scattered  shade ; 
Drive  your  anxious  cares  away ; 
See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay  ! 

3  Christian  !  dry  your  flowing  tears, 
Chase  your  unbelieving  fears  ; 
Look  on  his  deserted  grave  ; 
Doubt  no  more  his  power  to  save. 


174 


H.  M. 

Jesus  rising  and  reigning. 

1  YES,  the  Redeemer  rose  ; 

The  Saviour  left  the  dead ; 
And  o'er  our  hellish  foes 

High  raised  his  conquering  head; 
In  wild  dismay, 

The  guards  around 

Fall  to  the  ground, 
And  sink  away. 

2  Lo  !  the  angelic  bands, 

In  full  assembly  meet, 
To  wait  his  high  commands, 

And  worship  at  his  feet : 
Joyful  they  come, 

And  wing  their  way, 

From  realms  of  day, 
To  Jesus'  tomb. 
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350  HYMNS. 

3  Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly, 

The  joyful  news  to  bear : 
Hark  !  as  they  soar  on  high, 

What  music  fills  the  air  ! 
Their  anthems  say, — 

"Jesus,  who  bled, 

Hath  left  the  dead  ;— 
He  rose  to-day." 

4  Ye  mortals  !  catch  the  sound, — 

Redeemed  by  him  from  hell ; 
And  send  the  echo  round 

The  globe,  on  which  you  dwell ; 
Transported,  cry, — 

"Jesus,  who  bled, 

Hath  left  the  dead, 
No  more  to  die." 

5  All  hail !  triumphant  Lord  ! 

Who  sav'st  us  with  thy  blood: 
Wide  be  thy  name  adored, 

Thou  rising,  reigning  God ! 
With  thee  we  rise, 

With  thee  we  reign. 

And  empires  gain, 
Beyond  the  skies. 


175. 


8s  and  7s. 
Love  divine. 


LOVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, — 

Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down ! 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling ; 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown ; 
Jesus  !  thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 

Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

Breathe, — Oh  !  breathe  thy  loving  Spiri 

Into  every  troubled  breast: 
Let  us  all  thy  grace  inherit, 

Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest : 
Take  away  the  love  of  sinning, 

Take  our  load  of  guilt  away  ; 
End  the  work  of  thy  beginning, — 

Bring  us  to  eternal  day. 


CHRIST.  351 

3  Carry  on  thy  new  creation, 
Pure  and  holy  may  we  be ; 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation, 

Perfectly  secured  by  thee  ; 
Change  from  glory  into  glory. 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place ; 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 
♦. 
|  ryn  H.  M. 

L  J  l/o  The  Cross  celebrated. 

1  YE  saints  !  your  music  bring, 

And  swell  the  rapturous  sound ; 
Strike  every  trembling  string, 

Till  earth  and  heaven  resound : 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  ^Ing,— 
Awake,  ye  saints  !  each  joyful  string. 
'  2  The  cross — the  cross  alone — 

Subdued  the  powers  of  hell : 
Like  lightning  from  his  throne, 

The  prince  of  darkness  fell : 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  sing, — 
Awake,  ye  saints  !  each  joyful  string. 

3  The  hand  of  wrath  is  stayed, 

In  its  pursuit  of  blood ; 
The  cross  our  debt  has  paid, 

And  made  our  peace  with  God : 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  sing, — 
Awake,  ye  saints  !  each  joyful  string. 

4  The  cross  hath  power  to  save, 

From  all  the  foes  that  rise : 
The  cross  hath  made  the  grave 

A  passage  to  the  skies : 
Angels  and  saints  its  power  shall  sing, 
Till  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring. 

ryrv  l.  m. 

.   •    I  •  The  Resurrection  of  Christ. 

1  WHEN  I  the  holy  grave  survey, 

Where  once  my  Saviour  deigned  to  lie, 
I  see  fulfilled  what  prophets  say, 
And  all  the  power  of  death  defy. 

2  This  empty  tomb  shall  now  proclaim, 

How  weak  the  bands  of  conquered  death : 


352  HYMNS. 

Sweet  pledge  that  all  who  trust  his  name 
Shall  rise,  and  draw  immortal  breath. 

3  Jesus,  once  numbered  with  the  dead, 

Unseals  his  eyes,  to  sleep  no  more  : 
And  ever  lives  their  cause  to  plead, 
For  whom  the  pains  of  death  he  bore. 

4  Thy  risen  Lord,  my  soul !  behold  ; 

See  the  rich  diadem  he  wears  ! 
Thou  too  shah  bear  a  harp  of  gold, — 
A  crown  of  joy,  when  he  appears. 

5  Though  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  head, 

Yet,- gracious  God  !  thou  "wilt  not  leave 
My  flesh  for  ever  with  the  dead, 
Nor  lose  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

"1  rVQ  8s,  7s  and  4. 

J-   i  Q*  Coronation  of  the  King  of  kings. 

1  LOOK,  ye  saints  !  the  sight  is  glorious ' 

See  the  man  of  sorrows  now, 
From  the  fight  returned  victorious  ; — 
Every  knee  to  him  shall  bow : 
Crown  him — crown  him  ! — 
Crowns  become  the  victor's  brow. 

2  Crown  the  Saviour,  angels  !  crown  him  * 

Rich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings  : 
In  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  him, 
While  the  vault  of  heaven  rings  : 

Crown  him — crown  him  ! — 
Crown  the  Saviour,  King  of  kings. 

3  Sinners  in  derision  crowned  him, — 

Mocking  thus  the  Saviour's  claim : 
Saints  and  angels  !  crowd  around  him, 
Own  his  title,  praise  his  name: 
Crown  him — crown  him  ! — 
Spread  abroad  the  victor's  fame. 

4  Hark!  those  bursts  of  acclamation  ! 

Hark  !  those  loud  triumphant  chords  t 
Jesus  takes  the  highest  station  ; — 
Oh  !  what  joy  the  sight  affords  ! 

Crown  him — crown  him, — 
King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords ! 


CHRIST.  353 

1 7Q  s  M 

L  I  C7  Song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

1  AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 
Wake,  every  heart  and  every  tongue  ! 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. . 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love  ;- 

Sing  of  his  rising  power; 
Sing — how  he  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Ye  pilgrims  !  on  the  road 

To  Zion's  city,  sing  ! 
Rejoice  ye  in  the  Lamb  of  God, — 
In  Christ,  th'  eternal  king. 

4  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, — 

"  Ye  blessed  children  !  come  ;" 

Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away, 

And  take  his  wanderers  home. 

5  There  shall  each  raptured  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim  ; 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

I  RO  c- M" 

.  O  \J»  Reigning  with  Christ. 

1  THE  head,  that  once  was  crowned  with  thorny 

Is  crowned  with  glory  now ; 
A  royal  diadem  adorns 
The  mighty  victor's  brow. 

2  The  highest  place  that  heaven  affords 

Is  his,  by  sovereign  right ; 
The  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords, 
He  reigns  in  glory  bright : — 

3  The  joy  of  all  who  dwell  above, 

The  joy  of  all  below, 
To  whom  he  manifests  his  love, 
And  grants  his  name  to  know. 

4  To  them  the  cross,  with  all  its  shame, 

With  all  its  grace,  is  given  ; 
Their  name, — an  everlasting  name  ; 
Their  joy, — the  joy  of  heaven. 
30* 


854  HYMNS. 

5  They  suffer  with  their  Lord  below. 

They  reigu  with  him  above  ; 
Their  profit  and  their  joy — to  know 
The  mystery  of  his  love. 

6  The  cross  he  bore  is  life  and  health, — 

Though  shame  and  death  to  him  ; 
His  people's  hope,  his  people's  wealth. 
Their  everlasting  theme. 

lOI  s.3l 

JL  OJL  •  Clnist  u?iseen,  yet  beloved. 

1  NOT  with  our  mortal  eyes 

Have  we  beheld  the  Lord ; 
Yet.  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name, 
And  love  him  in  his  word. 

2  On  earth  we  want  the  sight 

Of  our  Redeemer's  face  ; 
Yet,  Lord  !  our  inmost  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 

3  And  when  we  taste  thy  love, 

Our  joys  divinely  grow 
Unspeakable,  like  those  above, 
And  heaven  begins  below. 

1  R9  c  M 

X  \J&  •  Access  to  God  by  Christ. 

1  COME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 

Up  to  the  courts  above, 
And  smile  to  see  our  Father  there, 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

2  Rich  were  the  drops  of  Jesus'  blood, 

That  calmed  his  frowning  face, 
That  sprinkled  o'er  the  burning  throne, 
And  turned  the  wrath  to  grace. 

3  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feet, 

And  venture  near  the  Lord  ; 

No  fiery  cherub  guards  his  seat, 

Nor  double-flaming  sword. 

4  The  peaceful  gates  of  heavenly  bliss 

Are  opened  by  the  Son  ; 
High  let  us  raise  our  notes  of  praise, 
And  reach  th'  almighty  throne. 


CHRIST.  355 

5  To  thee  ten  thousand  thanks  we  bring, 
Great  Advocate  on  high  ! 
And  glory  to  th'  eternal  King 
Who  lays  his  fury  by. 

1  QQ  L  M- 

IOO.  The  good  Shepherd. 

1  THOU  !  whom  my- soul  admires  above 
All  earthly  joy,  and  earthly  love, — 
Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd  !  let  me  know — 
Where  do  thy  sweetest  pastures  grow'? 

2  Where  is  the  shadow  of  that  rock, 
That  from  the  sun  defends  thy  flock  I 
Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  sheep, — 
Among  them  rest,  among  them  sleep. 

3  Why  should  thy  bride  appear  like  one 
That  turns  aside  to  paths  unknown  1 
My  constant  feet  would  never  rove, — 
Would  never  seek  another  love. 

4  The  footsteps  of  thy  flock  I  see  ; 
Thy  sweetest  pastures  here  they  be  ; 
A  wondrous  feast  thy  love  prepares, 
Bought  with  thy  wounds,  and  groans,  and  teara 

5  His  dearest  flesh  he  makes  my  food, 
And  bids  me  drink  his  richest  blood : 
Here  to  these  hills  my  soul  will  come, 
Till  my  beloved  leads  me  home. 

I  04<.  Worthy  the  Lamb. 

1  WORTHY  the  Lamb  of  boundless  sway,— 

In  earth  and  heaven,  the  Lord  of  all ! 
Let  all  the  powers  of  earth  obey, 
And  low  before  his  footstool  fall. 

2  Higher — still  higher,  swell  the  strain  ; 

Creation's  voice  the  note  prolong  ! 
Jesus,  the  Lamb,  shall  ever  reign : — 
Let  hallelujahs  crown  the  song. 

1Q^  6s  and  ^s. 

*  U  *-J  *  Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 

1  COME,  all  ye  saints  of  God  ! 
Wide  through  the  earth  abroad, 
Spread  Jesus'  name ; 


356  HYMNS. 

Tell  what  his  love  has  done, 
Trust  in  his  grace  alone  ; 
Shout  to  his  lofty  throne, — 
"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

2  Hence,  gloomy  doubts  and  fears ! 
Dry  up  your  mournful  tears  ; 

Swell  the  glad  theme  ; 
Praise  ye  our  gracious  King, 
Strike  each  melodious  string, 
Join  heart,  and  voice  to  sing, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !' 

3  Hark  !  how  the  choirs  above, 
Filled  with  the  Saviour's  love, 

Dwell  on  his  name  ! 
There,  too,  may  we  be  found, 
With  light  and  glory  crowned, 
While  all  the  heavens  resound,— 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

1  Q/?  C.  M. 

*•  w  vr«  Coronation  of  Christ. 

1  ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him— Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  him,— ye  morning-stars  of  light  !- 

Who  formed  this  floating  ball ; 
Now  hail  the  strength  of  Israel's  might, 
And  crown  him— Lord  of  all. 

3  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Adam's  race, — 

Ye  ransomed  from  the  fall ! 
Hail  him,  who  saves  you  by  his  grace 
And  crown  him— Lord  of  all. 

4  Sinners  !  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall, — 
Come,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him— Lord  of  all. 

5  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him— Lord  of  all. 


CHRIST.  357 

1  Q!7  c^ M- 

X  O  I  •  Our  High-Priest  in  Heaven. 

1  NOW  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey 

Our  great  high-priest  above  ; 
And  celebrate  his  constant  care 
His  sympathetic  love. 

2  Though  raised  to  a. superior  throne, 

Where  angels  bow  around, 
And  high  o'er  all  the  shining  train, 
With  matchless  honors  crowned  ; — 

3  The  names  of  all  his  saints  he  bears 

Deep  graven  on  his  heart ; 
Nor  shall  the  meanest  Christian  say, 
That  he  hath  lost  his  part. 

4  Those  characters  shall  fair  abide, — 

Our  everlasting  trust, — 
When  gems,  and  monuments,  and  crowns, 
Are  mouldered  down  to  dust. 

5  So,  gracious  Saviour !  on  my  breast, 

May  thy  dear  name  be  worn, 
A  sacred  ornament  and  guard, — 
To  endless  ages  borne. 

1   QQ  L.  M.    6  Lines. 

i-  OOo  Our  compassionate  High-Priest. 

1  WHEN  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 
And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few, 
On  him  I  lean,  who,  not  in  vain, 
Experienced  every  human  pain  ; 

He  sees  my  wants,  allays  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  virtue's  narrow  way, — 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 

Or  do  the  sin  I  would  not  do, — 
Still  he,  who  felt  temptation's  power, 
Shall  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

3  When  sorr'wing  o'er  some  stone  I  bend, 
Which  covers  all  that  was  a  friend  ; 
And  from  his  voice,  his  band,  his  smile, 
Divides  me,  for  a  little  while, — 


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358  HYMNS. 

My  Saviour  sees  the  tears  I  shed, 
For  Jesus  wept  o'er  Laz'rus  dead. 

4  And  Oh  !  when  I  have  safely  past 
Through  every  conflict,  but  "the  last, 
Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  painful  bed,— for  thou  hast  died  ; 
Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day, 
And  wipe  my  latest  tear  away. 

L.  M.     6  Lines. 

Hope  of  Heaven  through  Christ. 

1  AND  art  thou,  gracious  Master  !  gone 
A  mansion  to  prepare  for  me  ] 

Shall  I  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 

And  there  for  ever  dwell  with  thee  1 
Then,  let  the  world  approve  or  blame, 
I  '11  triumph  in  thy  glorious  name. 

2  What  transport,  Lord  '  shall  fill  my  heart. 
When  thou  my  worthless  name  shalt  own  ! 

When  I  shall  see  thee  as  thou  art, 

And  know,  as  1  myself  am  known  ! 
From  sin,  and  fear,  and  sorrow  llee, 
My  soul  snail  iind  its  rest  in  thee. 


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7s. 
Ch-       our  Hope. 

1  CHRIST,  of  all  my  hopes  the  ground,- 

Christ,  the  spring  of  all  my  joy  ! 
Still  in  thee  let  me"  be  found, 

Still  for  thee  my  powers  employ. 

2  LeUhy  love  my  heart  inflame  ; 

Keep  thy  fear  before  my  sight; 
Be  thy  praise  my  highest  "aim  ; 
Be  thy  smile  my  chief  delight. 

3  Fountain  of  o'erflowing  grace  ! 

Freely  from  thy  fullness  give  . 
Till  I  close  my  earthly  race, 
Be  it  "  Christ  for  me  to  live  !" 

4  Firmly  trusting  in  thy  blood, 

Nothing  shall  my  heart  confound  ; 
Safely  I  shall  pass  the  flood, 
Safely  reach  ImmanueFs  ground. 


CHRIST.  359 

5  When  I  touch  the  blessed  shore, 

Back  the  closing  waves  shall  roll ; 
Death's  dark  stream  shall  never  more 
Part  from  thee  my  ravished  soul. 

6  Thus, — Oh  !  thus  an  entrance  give 

To  the  land  of  cloudless  sky  ; 

Having  known  it,  "  Christ  to  live," 

Let  me  know  it,  "gain  to  die.'" 

1  Q  "1  8s  and  7s. 

u.  k)  JL  •  Jesus,  exalted  to  the  llirone. 

1  JESUS !  hail !  enthroned  in  glory, 

There  for  ever  to  abide  ; 
All  the  heavenly  host  adore  thee, 
Seated  at  thy  Father's  side. 

2  There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading, 

There  thou  dost  our  place  prepare ; 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 
Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

3  Worship,  honor,  power,  and  blessing, 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive  : 
Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing, 
Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give. 

•4  Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits ! 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays  ; 
Help  to  sing  our  Saviour's  merits, — ■ 
Help  to  chant  Immanuel's  praise. 

1  Q9  L  M 

A.  %J  Am)  •  Christ,  the,  Lord  of  Angels. 

1  GREAT  God  !  to  what  a  glorious  height 
Hast  thou  advanced  the  Lord,  thy  Son  ! 
Angels,  in  all  their  robes  of  light, 
Are  made  the  servants  of  his  throne. 

°2  Before  his  feet  their  armies  wait, 

And  swift  as  flames  of  fire  they  move, 
To  manage  his  affairs  of  state, 

In  works  of  vengeance,  or  of.love. 

v3  Now  they  arc  sent  to  guide  our  feet, 
Up  to  the  gates  of  thine  abode, 
Through  all  the  dangers  that  we  meet, 
In  travelling  o'er  the  heavenly  road. 


360  HYMNS. 

4  Lord  !  when  we  leave  this  mortal  ground, 
And  thou  shalt  bid  us  rise  and  come, — 
Send  thy  beloved  angels  down 
Safe  to  conduct  our  spirits  home. 

1  QQ  L  M 

1  *JIJ*  Tlie  Waxj  to  Heaven. 

1  JESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, — 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I  '11  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view, 

2  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought,. 
And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not , 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, — 

"  Come  hither,  soul !  I  am  the  way." 

3  Lo  !  glad  I  come,  and  thou,  blest  Lamb  ! 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am  ; 

My  sinful  self  to  thee  I  give — 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

4  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  ; 
I  '11  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say, — "  Behold  the  way  to  God  f 

ms.  M. 
a  Chriat'a  Intercession. 

1  YES,  the  Redeemer  's  gone, 

T'  appear  before  our  God  ; 
To  sprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne, 
With  his  atoning  blood. 

2  No  fiery  vengeance  now, — 

No  burning  wrath  comes  down  ; 
If  justice  calls  for  sinners'  blood, 
The  Saviour  shows  his  own. 

3  Before  his  Father's  eye 

Our  humble  suit  he  moves  ; 
The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by, 
And  looks,  and  smiles,  and  loves, 

4  Now  may  our  joyful  tongues 

Our  Maker's  honors  sing  ; 
Jesus,  the  priest,  receives  our  songs, 
And  bears  them  to  the  King. 


CHRIST.  361 

5  We  bow  before  his  face, 

And  sound  his  glories  high  ! 
Hosanna  to  the  God  of  grace, 
Who  lays  his  thunder  by. 

6  On  earth  thy  mercy  reigns, 

And  triumphs  all  above  : 
But,  Lord !  how  weak  our  mortal  strains. 
To  speak  immortal  love  ! 

!Q^  L  M 

I  *J  tJ  •  Tfie  Dominion  of  Christ. 

1  HAIL  to  the  Prince  of  life  and  peace, 

Who  holds  the  keys  of  death  and  hell  t 
The  boundless  world  unseen  is  his, 
And  sovereign  power  becomes  him  well. 

2  In  shame  and  anguish  once  he  died ; — 

But  now  he  lives  for  evermore  : 
Bow  down,  ye  saints  !  around  his  seat, 
And,  all  ye  angel-bands  !  adore. 

3  Live — live  for  ever,  glorious  Lord  ! 

To  quell  thy  foes — and  guard  thy  friends ; 
While  all  thy  chosen  tribes  rejoice, 
That  thy  dominion  never  ends. 

4  Worthy  thy  hand  to  hold  the  keys, 

Guided  by  wisdom,  and  by  love ; 
Worthy  to  rule  o'er  mortal  life, 
O'er  worlds  below,  and  worlds  above. 

5  For  ever  reign,  victorious  King  ! 

Wide  through  the  earth  thy  name  be  known 
And  call  my  longing  soul  to  sing 
Sublimer  anthems  near  thy  throne. 

1  QP  H  M 

JL  %J  \J»  Our  High-Priest  in  Heaven 

1  TH'  atoning  work  is  done, — 

The  victim's  blood  is  shed  ; 
And  Jesus  now  is  gone 

His  people's  cause  to  plead  : 
He  stands  in  heaven,  their  great  high-priest, 
And  bears  their  names  upon  his  breast 

2  No  temple  made  with  h-v.ds 

His  place  of  service  is  ; 
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362  HYMNS. 

In  heaven  itself  he  stands, — 
A  heavenly  priesthood  his  : 
In  him  the  shadows  of  the  law 
Are  all  fulfilled,  and  now  withdraw. 

3  And  though  awhile  he  be 

Hid  from  the  eyes  of  men, 
His  people  look  to  see 

Their  great  high-priest  again  : 
In  brightest  glory  he  will  come, 
And  take  his  waiting  people  home. 

1Q7  CM 

X  <J  I  •  Our  Great  High-Priest. 

1  COME,  let  us  join  our  songs  of  praise 

To  our  ascended  Priest  ; 
He  entered  heaven,  with  all  our  names 
Engraven  on  his  breast. 

2  Below  he  washed  our  guilt  away, 

By  his  atoning  blood  ; 
Now  he  appears  before  the  throne, 
And  pleads  our  cause  with  God. 

3  Clothed  with  our  nature  still,  he  knows 

The  weakness  of  our  frame, 
And  how  to  shield  us  from  the  foes 
Whom  he  himself  o'ercame. 

4  Nor  time,  nor  distance,  e'er  shall  quench 

The  fervors  of  his  love  ; 
For  us  he  died  in  kindness  here, 
And  intercedes  above. 

5  Oh  !  may  we  ne'er  forget  his  grace, 

Nor  blush  to  bear  his  name  ; 
Still  may  our  hearts  hold  fast  his  faith— 
Our  lips  his  praise  proclaim. 


HOLY    SPIRIT. 


1  QR  c  M 

lt/0«  Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit. 

1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  ! 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers, — 


HOLY  SPIRIT. 

Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love, 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look — how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ! 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord  !  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  1 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  1 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  ! 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers  ; 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

1 QQ  SM 

J-  *J  *J  •  Convicting  and  sanctifying  Influence. 

1  COME,  Holy  Spirit !  come, 

Let  thy  bright  beams  arise  ; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Convince  us  of  our  sin, — 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood  ; 
And,  to  our  wondering  view,  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

3  'T  is  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 

4  Revive  our  drooping  faith  ; 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove  ; 
And  kindle  in  our  breast  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

900  7s- 

fia/\J\J  e  Influences  of  the  Spirit. 

1  GRACIOUS  Spirit !  Love  divine  ! 
Let  thy  light  within  me  shine : 


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364  HYMNS. 

All  my  guilty  fears  remove, 
Fill  me  with  thy  heavenly  love. 

2  Speak  thy  pard'ning  grace  to  me, 
Set  the  burdened  sinner  free  ; 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wash  me  in  his  precious  blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart, 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart ; 
Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast, — 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

4  Let  me  never  from  thee  stray, 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way  ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine, 
Keep  me,  Lord  !  for  ever  thine. 

L.  M. 

Tlie  Spirit  grieved. 

1  THE  Spirit,  like  a  peaceful  dove, 

Flies  from  the  realms  of  noise  and  strife , 
Why  should  we  vex  and  grieve  his  love, 
Who  seals  our  souls  to  heavenly  life  ? 

2  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts, 

Through  all  our  lives  let  mercy  run : 
So  God  forgives  our  numerous  faults. 
For  the  dear  sake  of  Christ,  his  Son. 

909  H  M 

wU/V«  Pleading  the  Promise  of  the  Spirit. 

1  O  THOU  that  hearest  prayer  ! 

Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 
And  let  thy  servants  share 

Thy  blessing  from  on  high  : 
We  plead  the  promise  of  thy  word ; 
Grant  us  thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord ! 

2  If  earthly  parents  hear 

Their  children  when  they  cry  ; 
If  they,  with  love  sincere, 

Their  varied  wants  supply  ; 
Much  more  wilt  thou  thy  love  display, 
And  answer  when  thy  children  pray. 

3  Our  Heavenly  Father,  thou  ; — 

We,  children  of  thy  grace  : 


HOLY  SPIRIT.  365 

Oh  !  let  thy  Spirit  now 

Descend,  and  fill  the  place : 
So  shall  we  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
And  all  unite  to  praise  thy  name. 

Oh  !  send  thy  Spirit  down 

On  all  the  nations,  Lord  ! 
With  great  success  to  crown 

The  preaching  of  thy  word, 
Till  heathen  lands  shall  own  thy  sway, 
And  cast  their  idol-gods  away. 


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S.  M. 
Tlie  indwelling  Influences  of  the  Spirit. 

'T  IS  God,  the  Spirit,  leads 

In  paths  before  unknown  ; 
The  work  to  be  performed  is  ours, 

The  strength  is  all  his  own. 

Supported  by  his  grace, 

We  still  pursue  our  way ; 
And  hope  at  last  to  reach  the  prize, 

Secure  in  endless  day. 

'T  is  he  that  works  to  will, 

'T  is  he  that  works  to  do  ; 
His  is  the  power  by  which  we  act, — 

His  be  the  glory  too. 

L.  M. 

Teachings  of  the  Spirit. 

COME,  blessed  Spirit!  source  of  light, 
Whose  power  and  grace  are  unconfined, 

Dispel  the  gloomy  shades  of  night, — • 
The  thicker  darkness  of  the  mind. 

To  mine  illumined  eyes  display 

The  glorious  truth  thy  word  reveals, 

Cause  me  to  run  the  heavenly  way, 
Thy  book  unfold  and  loose  the  seals. 

Thine  inward  teachings  make  me  know 
The  mysteries  of  redeeming  love, 

The  vanity  of  things  below, 
And  excellence  of  things  above. 

While  through  this  dubious  maze  I  stray, 
Spread,  like  the  su.i,  thy  beams  abroad, 
31* 


205 


HYMNS. 

To  show  the  dangers  of  the  way, 
And  guide  my  feeble  steps  to  God. 

8s  and  7s. 
Prayerfoi-  comforting  Influences. 

1  HOLY  GHOST  !  dispel  our  sadness, 

Pierce  the  clouds  of  nature's  night ; 
Come,  thou  source  of  joy  and  gladness  ! 
Breathe  thy  life,  and  spread  thy  light. 

2  Author  of  our  new  creation  ! 

Bid  us  all  thine  influence  prove ; 
Make  our  souls  thy  habitation  ; 
Shed  abroad  the  Saviour's  love. 

90fi  L  M 

(vvU»  Prayer  for  spiritual  Enjoyment. 

1  COME,  Holy  Spirit !  calm  my  mind, 

And  fit  me  to  approach  my  God  ; 
Remove  each  vain,  each  worldly  thought. 
And  lead  me  to  thy  blest  abode. 

2  Hast  thou  imparted  to  my  soul 

A  living  spark  of  holy  fire'! 
Oh  !  kindle  now  the  sacred  flame, 
Make  me  to  burn  with  pure  desire. 

3  A  brighter  faith  and  hope  impart, 

And  let  me  now  my  Saviour  see ; 
Oh  !  soothe  and  cheer  my  burdened  heart 
And  bid  my  spirit  rest  in  thee. 

L.  M. 

Tlie  Sight  of  God  and  Christ  in  Heaven. 

1  DESCEND  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove ! 

Stoop  down,  and  take  us  on  thy  wings, 
And  mount,  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  these  inferior  things ; — 

2  Beyond — beyond  this  lower  sky, 

Up  where  eternal  ages  roll, 
Where  solid  pleasures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feast  the  soul. 

3  Oh  !  for  a  sight,  a  blissful  sight 

Of  our  almighty  Father's  throne ! 
There  sits  the  Saviour,  crowned  with  light, 
Clothed  in  a  body  like  our  own. 


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HOLY  SPIRIT.  367 

4  Adoring  saints  around  him  stand, 

And  thrones  and  powers  before  him  fall; 
The  God  shines  gracious  through  the  man, 
And  sheds  sweet  glories  on  them  all. 

5  Oh  !  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 

While  to  their  golden  harps  they  sing, 
And  sit  on  every  heavenly  hill, 

And  spread  the  triumph  of  their  King  ! 


208. 


Prayer  for  Light  and  Sanctification. 

1  HOLY  GHOST!  with  light  divine, 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
Turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  Holy  Ghost !  with  power  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine ; 
Long  hath  sin,  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

3  Holy  Ghost !  with  joy  divine, 
Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine  ; 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart, 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 

4  Holy  Spirit !  all-divine, 

Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Cast  down  every  idol-throne, 
Reign  supreme, — and  reign  alone. 

90Q  c  M 

vUu>  Yanous  Influences  desired. 

1  ETERNAL  Spirit !— God  of  truth  ! 

Our  contrite  hearts  inspire  ; 
Kindle  a  flame  of  heavenly  love, 
And  feed  the  pure  desire. 

2  'T  is  thine  to  soothe  the  sorr'wing  mind, 

With  guilt  and  fear  oppressed  ; 
'T  is  thine  to  bid  the  dying  live, 
And  give  the  weary  "rest. 

3  Subdue  the  power  of  every  sin, 

Whate'er  that  sin  may  be  ; 
That  we,  in  singleness  of  heart, 
May  worship  only  thee. 


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368  HYMNS. 

4  Then  with  our  spirits  witness  bear, 
That  we  are  sons  of  God  ; 
Redeemed  from  sin,  and  death,  and  hell, 
Through  Christ's  atoning  blood. 

s.  M. 
Prayer  for  Ike  Spirit. 

1  BLEST  Comforter  divine  ! 
Let  rays  of  heavenly  lave 

Amid  our  gloom  and  darkness  shine, 
To  guide  our  souls  above. 

2  Draw,  with  thy  still  small  voice, 
From  every  sinful  way  ; 

And  bid  the  mourning  saint  rejoice, 
Though  earthly  joys  decay. 

3  By  thine  inspiring  breath, 
Make  every  cloud  of  care, 

And  e'en  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 
A  smile  of  glory  wear. 

4  Oh  !  fill  thou  every  heart 
With  love  to  all  our  race  : 

Great  Comforter  !  to  us  impart 
These  blessings  of  thy  grace. 

L.  M. 

Prayer  for  Light  and  Guidance.. 

COME,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  ! 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above ; 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide ; 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

To  us  the  light  of  truth  display, 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  wayt 

Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 

That,  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

Lead  us  to  holiness — the  road 
That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God: 
Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  way, 
Nor  let  us  from  his  precepts  stray. 

Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  rest, 
To  be  with  him  for  ever  blessed  ; 
Lead  us  to  heaven,  its  bliss  to  share, 
And  drink  our  fill  of  pleasure  there. 


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CM. 

The  Staling  of  the  Spirit. 

WHY  should  the  children  of  a  king 

Go  mourning  all  their  days  1 — 
Great  Comforter  !  descend,  and  bring 

Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints, 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven  1 
When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 

And  show  my  sins  forgiven  ] 

Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart, 

That  I  am  born  of  God. 

Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
And  thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove  1 

Will  safe  convey  me  home. 

L.  M. 

Prayer  against  grieving  the  Spirit. 

1  STAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit !  stay, 

Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite ; 
Cast  not  a  sinner  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 

Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  received  ; 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 

Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  grieved  ;— 

3  Yet,  Oh  !  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 

In  honor  of  my  great  High-Priest; 
Nor,  in  thy  righteous  anger,  swear 
I  shall  not  see  thy  people's  rest. 

4  My  weary  soul,  O  God  !  release, 

Uphold  me  with  thy  gracious  hand ; 
Guide  me  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land. 

L.  M. 

TJie  Comforter. 

1  SURE,  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh  ; 
*T  is  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart ; 


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370  HYMNS. 

Else  would  my  hope  for  ever  die, 
And  every  cheering  ray  depart. 

2  Whene'er,  to  call  the  Saviour  mine, 

With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires, — 
Can  it  be  less  than  power  divine. 
That  animates  these  strong  desires'? 

3  And,  when  my  cheerful  hope  can  say, — 

I  love  my  God  and  taste  his  grace, 
Lord  !  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray, 

That  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred  peace  1 

4  Let  thy  good  Spirit  in  my  heart 

For  ever  dwell,  O  God  of  love  ! 
And  light  and  heavenly  peace  impart — 
Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 

c.  M. 

The  Necessity  of  renewing  Grace. 

1  HOW  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 

Unconscious  of  its  load  ! 
The  heart,  unchanged,  can  never  rise 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2  Can  aught,  beneath  a  power  divine, 

The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 
'T  is  thine,  eternal  Spirit !  thine, 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

3  'T  is  thine,  the  passions  to  recall, 

And  upward  bid  them  rise  ; 
To  make  the  scales  of  error  fall, 
From  reason's  darkened  eyes; — 

4  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 

And  bid  the  sinner  live ; 
A  beam  of  heaven — a  vital  ray, 
'T  is  thine  alone  to  give. 

5  Oh  !  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 

And  give  them  life  divine  ; 
Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers, 
Almighty  Lord !  be  thine. 

91  fi  CM- 

«w  J-  \J  •  The  Spirit  desired. 

1  GREAT  Father  of  each  perfect  gift  ! 
Behold  thy  servants  wait ; 


HOLY  SPIRIT.  371 

With  longing  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 
We  flock  around  thy  gate. 

2  Oh  !  shed  abroad  that  choicest  gift, — 

Thy  Spirit  from  above, 
To  cheer  our  eyes  with  sacred  light, 
And  fire  our  hearts  with  love. 

3  Blest  earnest  of  eternal  joy  ! 

Declare  our  sins  forgiven  : 
And  bear,  with  energy  divine, 
Our  raptured  thoughts  to  heaven. 

4  Diffuse,  O  God  !  thy  copious  showers, 

That  earth  its  fruit  may  yield, 
And  change  the  barren  wilderness, 
To  Carmel's  flowery  field. 

917  CM- 

vl   I  •  TJie  Outpouring  of  the  Spirit. 

1  LET  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky  ! 

Christ,  our  ascended  Lord, 
Sends  down  his  Spirit,  from  on  high, 
According  to  his  word. 

2  The  Spirit,  by  his  heavenly  breath, 

New  life  creates  within  : 
He  quickens  sinners,  from  the  death 
Of  trespasses  and  sin. 

3  The  things  of  Christ  the  Spirit  takes, 

And  to  our  heart  reveals  : 
Our  bodies  he  his  temple  makes, 
And  our  redemption  seals. 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit !  from  above, 

With  thy  celestial  fire  ; 
Come,  and,  with  flames  of  zeal  and  love, 
Our  hearts  and  tongues  inspire. 

01  Q  LM 

A^  JL  KJ*  TJie  Operations  of  the  Holy  Spirit. 

1  ETERNAL  Spirit !  we  confess, 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 
Thy  power  conveys  our  blessings  down, 
From  God,  the  Father,  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlightened  by  thy  heavenly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day ; 


372  HYMNS. 

Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger,  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin ; 
Do  our  imperious  lusts  subdue, 

And  form  our  wrelched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  thy  voice  -, 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys  ; 
Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 

And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 

&  J.  *J  •  Prayer  for  the  promised  Spirit. 

1  ENTHRONED  on  high,  almighty  Lord  ! 

The  Holy  Ghost  send  down : 
Fulfill  in  us  thy  faithful  word, 
And  all  thy  mercies  crown. 

2  Though,  on  our  heads,  no  tongues  of  fire 

Their  wondrous  powers  impart, 
Grant,  Saviour  !  what  we  more  desire, 
Thy  Spirit  in  our  heart. 

3  Spirit  of  life,  and  light,  and  love  ! 

Thy  heavenly  influence  give  ; 
Quicken  our  souls — born  from  above — 
In  Christ,  that  we  may  live. 

4  To  our  benighted  minds  reveal 

The  glories  of  his  grace, 
And  bring  us,  where  no  clouds  conceal 
The  brightness  of  his  face. 

5  His  love  within  us  shed  abroad, — 

Life's  ever-springing  well, — 
Till  God  in  us,  and  we  in  God, 
In  love  eternal  dwell. 

990  c  M 

*J&\J*  Regeneration  by  the  Spirit. 

1  NOT  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth. 

Nor  rites  that  God  has  given ; 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 
Can  raise  a  soul  to  heaven. 

2  The  sovereign  will  of  God  alone 

Creates  us  heirs  of  grace, 


HOLY  SPIRIT.  373 

Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new  peculiar  race. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  some  heavenly  wind, 

Breathes  on  the  sons  of  flesh  ; 
Creates  anew  the  carnal  mind, 
And  forms  the  man  afresh. 

4  Our  quickened  souls^awake,  and  rise, 

From  the  long  sleep  of  death  : 
On  heavenly  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 
And  praise  employs  our  breath. 


TRINITY. 


221 


6s  and  4s. 

Invocation. 

1  COME,  thou  almighty  King  J 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 

Help  us  to  praise  : 
Father !  all-glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come,  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  days ! 

2  Come,  thou  incarnate  Word ! 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword ; 

Our  prayer  attend : 
Come,  and  thy  people  bless, 
And  give  thy  word  success  ; 
Spirit  of  holiness ! 

On  us  descend. 

3  Come,  holy  Comforter  I 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear, 

In  this  glad  hour : 
Thou,  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power ! 

4  To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore ! 
32 


374  HYMNS. 

His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 
Love  and  adore. 


222. 


CM. 
Praise  to  the  Godhead. 


1  LET  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord  ! 

Who  never  knew  thy  grace  ; 
But  our  loud  songs  shall  still  record 
The  wonders  of  thy  praise 

2  We  raise  our  shouts,  O  God  !  to  thee, 

And  send  them  to  thy  throne  ; 
All  glory  to  th'  united  Three, — 
The  undivided  One. 

3  'T  was  he — and  we  '11  adore  his  name- 

That  formed  us  by  a  word  ; 
'T  is  he  restores  our  ruined  frame  ; — 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  ! 

4  Hosanna !  let  the  earth  and  skies 

Repeat  the  joyful  sound ; 
Rocks,  hills,  and  vales  reflect  the  voice, 
In  one  eternal  round. 

>W-W  *J  •  Praise  to  the  Trinity. 

1  FATHER  of  glory  !  to  thy  name 

Immortal  praise  we  give, 
Who  dost  an  act  of  grace  proclaim, 
And  bid  us  rebels  live. 

2  Immortal  honor  to  the  Son, 

Who  makes  thine  anger  cease  ; — 
Our  lives  he  ransomed  with  his  own, 
And  died  to  make  our  peace. 

3  To  thine  almighty  Spirit  be 

Immortal  glory  given  ; 
Whose  influence  brings  us  near  to  thee, 
And  trains  us  up  for  heaven.      * 

4  Let  men,  with  their  united  voice, 

Adore  th'  eternal  God, 
And  spread  his  honors  and  their  joys, 
Through  nations  far  abroad. 


TRINITY.  375 

5  Let  faith,  and  love,  and  duty  join 
One  general  song  to  raise  ; 
Let  saints,  in  earth  and  heaven,  combine, 
In  harmony  and  praise. 

99 A  h  M 

v/W^rt  Prayer  to  the  Trinity. 

1  FATHER  of  heaven  !  whose  love  profound 
A  ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found, — 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend  ; 

To  us  thy  pard'ning  love  extend. 

2  Almighty  Son — incarnate  Word — 
Our  prophet,  priest,  redeemer,  Lord  ! 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend  ;        « 
To  us  thy  saving  grace  extend. 

3  Eternal  Spirit !  by  whose  breath 

The  soul  is  raised  from  sin  and  death, — 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
To  us  thy  quickening  power  extend. 

4  Jehovah  ! — Father,  Spirit,  Son  ! — 
Mysterious  Godhead — Three  in  One  ! 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
Grace,  pardon,  life,  to  us  extend. 

Q  Q  K  6s  and  4s- 

»w-W  tJ  •  Prayer  to  the  Triune  Jehovah. 

1  THOU !  whose  almighty  word 
Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 

And  took  their  flight, — 
Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray, 
And  where  the  gospel's  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, — 

"Let  there  be  light!" 

2  Thou  !  who  didst  come  to  bring 
On  thy  redeeming  wing, 

Healing  and  sight, — 
Health  'to  the  sick  in  mind, 
Sight  to  the  inly  blind, — 
Oh  !  now  to  all  mankind 

"Let  there  be  light !" 

3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving  holy  Dove ! 

Speed  forth  thy  flight : 


376  HYMNS. 

Move  on  the  waters'  face, 
Bearing  the  lamp  of  grace, 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place 

"Let  there  be  light!" 
4  Holy,  holy,  holy, 

Most  glorious  Trinity, — 

Wisdom,  Love,  Might ! 
Boundless  as  ocean's  tide 
Rolling  in  fullest  pride, 
O'er  the  earth,  far  and  wide — 

"Let  there  be  light!" 

99(\  L  M 

(V/wU»  Praise  to  tlie  Father,  Son  and  Spirit. 

1  ELEST  be  the  Father  and  his  love, 

To  which  celestial  source  we  owe 
Rivers  of  endless  joy  above, 
And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 

2  Glory  to  thee,  great  Son  of  God  ! 

From  whose  dear  wounded  body  rolls 
A  precious  stream  of  vital  blood — 
Pardon  and  life  for  dying  souls. 

3  We  give  thee,  sacred  Spirit !  praise, 

Who  in  our  hearts  of  sin  and  woe, 
Mak'st  living  springs  of  grace  arise, 
And  into  boundless  glory  flow. 

4  Thus  God,  the  Father,— God,  the  Son,— 

And  God,  the  Spirit,  we  adore ; — ■ 
That  sea  of  life  and  love  unknown, 
Without  a  bottom,  or  a  shore. 

907  <*■ 

jW/W  6  o  Christians  praising  the  Trinity. 

1  GREAT  the  joy  when  Christians  meet ; 
Christian  fellowship,  how  sweet, — 
When,  their  theme  of  praise  the  same, 
They  exalt  Jehovah's  name  ! 

2  Sing  we  then  eternal  love  ; 
Such  as  did  the  Father  move  : — 
He  beheld  the  world  undone  ; 
Loved  the  world,  and  gave  his  Son. 

3  Sing  the  Son's  unbounded  love  ; — 
How  he  left  the  realms  above ; 


TRINITY.  377 

Took  our  nature  and  our  place, — 
Lived  and  died  to  save  our  race. 

4  Sing  we  too  the  Spirit's  love  ; — 
With  our  stubborn  hearts  he  strove  ; 
Chased  the  mists  of  sin  away, — 
Turned  our  night  to  glorious  day. 

5  Great  the  joy,  the  union  sweet, 
When  the  saints  in  glory  meet ; 
Where  the  theme  is  still  the  same  ; 
Where  they  praise  Jehovah's  name. 

7s. 
Communion  with  the  Triune  God. 

1  IiST  thy  presence  we  appear  ; 
Lord  !  we  love  to  worship  here, 
When,  within  the  veil,  we  meet 
Thee  upon  thy  mercy-seat. 

2  While  thy  glorious  name  is  sung, 
Touch  our  lips,  and  loose  our  tongue ; 
Then  our  joyful  soul's  shall  bless 
Thee,  the  Lord,  our  righteousness. 

3  While  to  thee  our  prayers  ascend, 
Let  thine  ear  in  love  attend  ; 
Hear  us,  for  thy  Spirit  pleads ; 
Hear,  for  Jesus  intercedes. 

4  While  thy  word  is  heard  with  awe, 
And  we  tremble  at  thy  law, 

Let  thy  gospel's  wondrous  love 
Every  doubt  and  fear  remove. 

5  While  thy  ministers  proclaim 
Peace  and  pardon  through  thy  name, 
In  their  voices,  let  us  own 

Jesus,  speaking  from  the  throne. 

6  From  thy  house  when  we  return, 
Let  our  hearts  within  us  burn  ; 
That,  at  evening,  we  may  say, — 

"  We  have  walked  with  God  to-day.*' 

QQQ  8s  and  7s. 

&&*J  *  Praise  to  Father,  Son  and  Spirit. 

1  TO  the  source  of  every  blessing, 
Grateful  anthems  let  us  raise  ; 


378  HYMNS. 

Holy  joy,  our  souls  possessing, 
Swells  the  tribute  of  our  praise. 

2  Glory  to  th'  almighty  Father, 

Fountain  of  eternal  love, 
Who,  his  wandering  sheep  to  gather, 
Sent  a  Saviour  from  above. 

3  To  the  Son  all  praise  be  given, 

Who,  with  love  unknown  before, 
Left  the  bright  abode  of  heaven, 
And  our  sins  and  sorrows  bore. 

4  Equal  strains  of  warm  devotion 

Let  the  Spirit's  praise  employ ; 
Author  of  each  pure  emotion, — 
Source  of  wisdom,  peace,  and  joy. 

5  Thus — our  joyful  hearts  ascending, — 

Glorify  Jehovah's  name ; 
Heavenly  songs  with  ours  are  blending,- 
There,  the  theme  is  still  the  same. 

<W  *J\J*  The  Father.  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 

1  WHILE  all  the  angel-throng 

Give  thanks  to  God  on  high, 
Let  earth  repeat  the  joyful  song, 
And  echo  to  the  sky. 

2  Father  !  in  whom  we  live, 

In  whom  we  are  and  move, — 
The  glory,  power  and  praise  receive 
Of  thine  eternal  love. 

3  Incarnate  Deity  ! 

Let  all  the  ransomed  race 
Render  in  thanks  their  lives  to  thee, 
For  thy  redeeming  grace. 

4  Spirit  of  holiness  ! 

Let  all  thy  saints  adore 
Thy  sacred  energy,  and  bless 
Thy  heart-renewing  power. 

5  Eternal,  glorious  Lord  ! 

Let  all  the  saints  above, 
Let  all  the  sons  of  men,  record, 
And  celebrate  thy  love. 


231 


TRINITY.  379 

8s  and  6s     Peculiar. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Triune  God. 

1  SING— Hallelujah  !  praise  the  Lord ! 

Sing  with  a  cheerful  voice  ; 
Exalt  our  God  with  one  accord, 

And  in  his  name  rejoice  : 
Ne'er  cease  to  sing,  thou  ransomed  host! 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Till  in  the  realms  of  endless  light, 

Your  praises  shall  unite. 

2  There  we  to  all  eternity, 

Shall  join  th'  angelic  lays, 
And  sing,  in  perfect  harmony, 

To  God  our  Saviour's  praise  ; 
He  hath  redeemed  us  by  his  blood, 
And  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God : 

For  us — for  us  the  Lamb  was  slain, — 

Praise  ye  the  Lord ! — Amen. 


ALARMING. 


232 


7s  and  6s.     Peculiar. 
The  Alarm. 

1  SINNER  !  stop— Oh  !  stop  and  think. 

Before  you  farther  go  : 
Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  wo  1 
On  the  verge  of  ruin  stop  ; — 

Now  the  friendly  warning  take ; 
Stay  your  footsteps,  ere  you  drop 

Into  the  burning  lake. 

2  Say — have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you" his  will  oppose  1 
Fear  you  not  that  iron-rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  1 
Can  you  stand  in  that  dread  day, 

Which  his  justice  shall  proclaim, 
When  the  earth  shall  melt  away, 

Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 


380  HYMNS. 

3  Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  his  bar  : 
Then  you  '11  hear  your  awful  doom, 

And  sink  in  deep  despair  ! 
All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd ; 

You  will  mark  their  crimson  die, 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 

And  then — no  refuge  nigh ! 


233 


L.  M. 

The  Sinner  exhorted. 

1  SINNER  !  Oh  !  why  so  thoughtless  grown ' 

Why  in  such  fearful  haste  to  die  ] 
Why  speed  thy  flight  to  worlds  unknown,— 
Regardless  of  thy  destiny? 

2  Wilt  thou  defy  the  wrath  of  God, 

Led  on  by  sin's  delusive  dreams) 
Madly  despise  the  Saviour's  blood, 
And  force  thy  passage  to  the  flames  ? 

3  Sinner  !  Oh  !  lift  thy  thoughts  above, 

And  hear  the  Lord  of  life  unfold 
The  glories  of  his  dying  love — 
For  ever  telling,  yet  untold  ! 


234. 


vs. 
The  Sinner  warned. 


1  HASTE,  O  sinner  !  to  be  wise, 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 

Wisdom  warns  thee,  from  the  skies, 

All  the  paths  of  death  to  shun. 

2  Haste,  and  mercy  now  implore ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
Thy  probation  may  be  o'er, 
Ere  this  evening^  work  is  done 

3  Haste,  O  sinner  !  now  return  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn, 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

4  Haste,  while  yet  thou  canst  be  blest; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 
Death  may  thy  poor  soul  arrest, 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 


ALARMING,  381 

<0  ZJ  *J  •  Danger  of  Delay. 

1  DELAY  not,  delay  not ;  O  sinner  !  draw  near, 

The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for  thee ; 
No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  is  here, 
Redemption  is  purchased,  salvation  is  free. 

2  Delay  not,  delay  not ;  why  longer  abuse 

The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus,  thy  God  * 
A  fountain  is  opened, — how  canst  thou  refuse 
To  wash,  and  be  cleansed  in  his  pard'ning 
blood  ] 

3  Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner !  to  come, 

For  mercy  still  lingers  and  calls  thee  to-day ; 

Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  of  the  tomb,— 

Her  message,  unheeded,  will  soon  pass  awav. 

4  Delay  not,  delay  not ;  the  Spirit  of  grace, 

Long  grieved  and  resisted,  may  take  its  sad 
flight ; 
And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy  race, — 
To  sink  in  the  gloom  of  eternity's  night. 

OQfi  L  M 

&  tJ  \J  .  One  Thing  needful. 

1  WHY  will  ye  waste,  on  trifling  cares, 
That  life  which  God's  compassion  spares, 
While,  in  the  various  range  of  thought, 
The  one  thing  needful  is  forgot  1 

2  Shall  God  invite  you  from  above  ? 
Shall  Jesus  urge  his  dying  love? 

Shall  troubled  conscience  give  you  pain, 
And  all  these  pleas  unite  in  vain  1 

3  Not  so  your  eyes  Avill  always  view 
Those  objects  which  you  now  pursue  ; 
Not  so  will  heaven  and  hell  appear, 
When  death's  decisive  hour  is  near. 

4  Almighty  God  !  thy  grace  impart ; 
Fix  deep  conviction  on  each  heart : 
Nor  let  us  waste,  on  trifling  cares, 
That  life  which  thy  compassion  spares. 

&  *-)  ■  •  Exhortation  to  Repentance. 

1  REPENT  !  the  voice  celestial  cries  ; 
No  longer  dare  delay : 


382  HYMNS. 

The  soul  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies, 
And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

2  No  more  the  sovereign  eye  of  God 

O'erlooks  the  crimes  of  men  ; 
His  heralds  now  are  sent  abroad 
To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 

3  O  sinners !  in  his  presence  bow, 

And  all  your  guilt  confess; 
Accept  the  offered  Saviour  now, 
Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 

4  Soon,  will  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 

And  call  you  to  his  bar ; 
His  mercy  knows  th'  appointed  bounds 
And  yields  to  justice  there. 

5  Amazing  love — that,  yet  will  call, 

And  yet  prolong  our  days  ! 
Our  hearts  subdued  by  goodness  fall, 
And  weep,  and  love",  and  praise. 

(wOOi  The  Sinner  meeting  God. 

1  SINNER  !  art  thou  still  secure  ? 

Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray  1 
Can  thy  heart  or  hand  endure, 
In  the  Lord's  avenging  day  1 

2  See, — his  mighty  arm  is  bared ; 

Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow  I 
For  his  judgments  stand  prepared  ;— 
Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 

3  At  his  presence  nature  shakes, 

Earth  affrighted  hastes  to  flee ; 
Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax  : 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  1 

4  Who  his  coming  may  abide? 

You  that  glory  in  your  shame  ! — 
Can  you  find  a  place  to  hide, 
When  the  world  is  wrapt  in  flame  \ 

8s,  7s  and  4. 
The  Voice  of  Mercy. 

1  HEAR,  O  sinner !  mercy  hails  you  ; 
Now  with  sweetest  voice  she  calls ; 


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ALARMING. 

Bids  you  haste  to  seek  the  Saviour, 
Ere  the  hand  of  justiec  falls  : 

Hear,  O  sinner  ! 
'T  is  the  voice  of  mercy  calls. 

2  See  !  the  storm  of  vengeance  gathering 

O'er  the  path  you  dare  to  tread ! 
Hark  !  the  awful  thunder  rolling 
Loud  and  louder  O'er  your  head ! 

Turn,  O  sinner  ! 
Lest  the  lightning  strike  you  dead. 

3  Haste,  O  sinner  !  to  the  Saviour ; 

Seek  his  mercy  while  you  may ; 
SSoon  the  day  of  grace  is  over ; — 
Soon  your  life  will  pass  away ; 

Haste,  O  sinner ! 
You  must  perish  if  you  stay. 

9/LO  c  p-  M- 

iW^dbV/*  Present  and  future  Realities. 

1  LO  I  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
Between  two  boundless  seas  I  stand, — 

Yet  how  insensible ! 
A  point  of  time — a  moment's  space — 
Removes  me  to  yon  heavenly  place, 

Or — shuts  me  up  in  hell ! 

2  O  God  !  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And,  deeply  on  my  thoughtless  heart. 

Eternal  things  impress ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  save  me,  ere  it  be  too  late  ; — 

Wake  me  to  righteousness. 

3  Before  me  place,  in  bright  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come, 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar; — 
And  tell  me,  Lord !  shall  1  be  there, 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom] 

4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure! 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfill, 
To  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure  ! 


384  HYMNS. 

5  Then,  Saviour !  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  the  earth,  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above : 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope,  in  full  supreme  delight, 

And  everlasting  love. 

9/11  L  M 

*v  TPJ-t  Life,  the  Day  of  Grace  and  Hope. 

1  LIFE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward  ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  given, 
To  'scape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heaven ; 
The  day  of  grace, — and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die, 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  ; 

Their  mem'ry  and  their  sense  are  gone^ 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

4  Then,  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands  !  with  all  your  might  pursue  * 
Since  no  device,  nor  work  is  found, 
Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

5  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  past, 

In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste ; 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair, 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 

9/1 9  c  M 

^TJ/V,  Exjiostiiiation  with  Sinners. 

1  YE  !  who  despise  the  Saviour's  grace, 

And  scorn  his  gospel,  here, — 
How  can  you  meet  his  angry  face, 
Or  at  his  bar  appear] 

2  When  every  earthly  hope  shall  fail, — 

When  storms  of  wrath  are  nigh, 
How  will  your  souls  affrighted  quail, 
Beneath  his  burning  eye  ! 

3  Why  will  you  madly  rush  on  death, 

And  force  your  way  to  wo  ] 


ALARMING.  395 

Why  tempt  the  God,  that  holds  your  breath, 
To  strike  the  fatal  blow. 

4  Turn,  guilty  sinners  !  quickly  turn  ; 
Oh  !  come  to  Jesus  now  ; — 
Ere  the  fierce  flames  around  you  burn, 
To  your  Redeemer  bow. 


243 


L.'M. 
Adtice  to  Youth. 

1  NOW,  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
Remember  your  Creator,  God; 
Behold  !  the  months  come  hastening  on, 
When  you  shall  say — "  My  joys  are  gone." 

2  Behold  !  the  aged  sinner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endless  curses  on  his  head. 

3  The  dust  returns  to  dust  again ; 
The  soul,  in  agonies  of  pain, 
Ascends  to  God — not  there  to  dwell, — 
But  hears  her  doom,  and  sinks  to  hell. 

4  Eternal  King  !  I  fear  thy  name  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am ; 
And  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love. 

C4ti4b«  Grieving  the  Spirit. 

1  AND  canst  thou,  sinner  !  slight 

The  call  of  love  divine  7 
Shall  God,  with  tenderness  invite, 
And  gain  no  thought  of  thine  ] 

2  Wilt  thou  not  cease  to  grieve 

The  Spirit  from  thy  breast, 
Till  he  thy  wretched* soul  shall  leave 
With  all  thy  sins  oppressed? 

3  To-day,  a  pard'ning  God 

Will  hear  the  suppliant  pray; 
To-day,  a  Saviour's  cleansing  blood 
Will  wash  thy  guilt  away. 

4  But,  grace  so  dearly  bought 

If  yet  thou  wilt  despise, 
33 


386  HYMNS. 

Thy  fearful  doom,  with  vengeance  fraught, 
Will  fill  thee  with  surprise. 

OAK  C.  M. 

^TPt/»  Frailty  and  Sin. 

1  HOW  short  and  hasty  is  our  life  ! 

How  vast  our  soul's  affairs  ! 
Yet  senseless  mortals  vainly  strive 
To  lavish  out  their  years. 

2  Our  days  run  thoughtlessly  along, 

Without  a  moment's  stay  ; 
Just  like  a  story,  or  a  song, 
We  pass  our  lives  away. 

3  God  from  on  high  invites  us  home, 

But  we  march  heedless  on, 
And,  ever  hastening  to  the  tomb, 
Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 

4  How  we  deserve  the  deepest  hell, 

Who  slight  the  joys  above ! 
What  chains  of  vengeance  should  we  feel, 
Who  break  such  cords  of  love  ! 

5  Draw  us,  O  God !  with  sovereign  grace, 

And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high, 
That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 
And  see  salvation  nigh. 

9 A  fi  °  M- 

K^**  U  •  Brevity  of  Life. 

1  LET  others  boast  how  strong  they  be, 

Nor  death  nor  danger  fear ; 
But  we  '11  confess,  O  Lord  !  to  thee, 
What  feeble  things  we  are. 

2  Fresh  as  the  grass  our  bodies  stand, 

And  flourish  bright  and  gay  ; 
A  blasting  wind  sweeps  o'er  "the  land, 
And  fades  the  grass  away. 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thousand  springs, 

And  dies,  if  one  be  gone ; 
Strange  !  that  a  harp  of  thousand  string?: 
Should  keep  in  tune  so  long. 

4  But  't  is  our  God  supports  our  frame, — 

The  God  who  built  us  first ; 


ALARMING.  387 


Salvation  to  th'  almighty  Name 
That  reared  us  from  the  dust. 


247 


L.  M. 

The  Road  to  Life  and  to  Death. 

1  BROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 

And  thousands  walk  together  there  ; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path. 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

2  "  Deny  thyself  and  take  thy  cross," — 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command : 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
Is  but  esteemed  almost  a  saint, 

And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

4  Lord  !  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain ; 

Create  my  heart  entirely  new, 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain  ;— 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 

s.  M. 

Uncertainty  of  Life. 

1  TO-MORROW,  Lord !  is  thine,— 
Lodged  in  thy  sovereign  hand ; 
And  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine, 
It  shines  by  thy  command. 

I  The  present  moment  flies, 
And  bears  our  life  away ; 
Oh  !  make  thy  servants  truly  wise, 
That  they  may  live  to-day. 

3  Since,  on  this  fleeting  hour, 

Eternity  is  hung, 
Awaken,  by  thy  mighty  power, 
The  aged  and  the  young. 

4  One  thing  demands  our  care ; — 

Be  that  one  thing  pursued  ; 
Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 
Should  never  be  renewed. 

5  To  Jesus  may  we  fly, 

Swift  as  the  morning-light, 


248 


38S  HYMNS. 

Lest  life's  young  golden  beams  should  die, 
In  sudden,  endless  night. 


CONVICTION. 


249 


S.  M. 
77ie  Sinner-  arrested. 

1  MY  former  hopes  are  fled, 

My  terror  now  begins  ; 
My  guilty  soul,  alas  !  is  "  dead 
In  trespasses  and  sins." 

2  Xh  !  whither  shall  I  fly?— 

Where  seek  for  mercy's  door  ? 

The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 

And  justice  armed  with  power. 

3  When  I  review  my  ways, 

I  dread  th'  impending  doom  ; 
While  yet  some  friendly  whisper  says,- 
"Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come  !" 

4  Oh  !  that  I  now  might  see 

Some  glimmering  from  afar, — 
Some  beam  of  hope  to  dawn  on  me, 
And  save  me  from  despair. 


250 


7s  and  6s. 
The  Sinner  disquieted. 

WHY  sinks  my  soul  desponding? 

Why  fill  my  eyes  with  tears  ? 
While  nature  all-surrounding 

The  smile  of  beauty  wears : 
Why,  burdened  now  with  sorrow, 

Is  every  lab'ring  thought? 
Each  vision  that  I  borrow, 

With  gloom  and  sadness  fraught  ? 
The  pleasures  that  deceived  me 

My  soul  no  more  can  charm ; 
Of  rest  they  oft  bereaved  me, 

And  filled  me  with  alarm  ; 
The  objects,  I  have  cherished, 

Are  empty  as  the  wind  ; 
My  earthly  joys  have  perished  ;— 

What  comfort  shall  I  find  ? 


CONVICTION.  389 

3  If  inward,  still  inquiring, 

I  turn  my  searching  eye, 
Or  upward,  now  aspiring, 

I  raise  my  feeble  cry, 
No  heavenly  light  is  beaming 

To  cheer  my  troubled  breast, 
No  ray  of  comfort  gleaming 

To  give  my  spirit  rest. 

4  My  soul  !  from  this  dread  anguish 

Is  there  no  refuge  nigh] 
'T  is  guilt  that  makes  thee  languish, 

And  leaves  thee  thus  to  die  : 
Renounce  thy  sin  and  folly 

Before  the  throne  of  grace  ; 
And  make  the  Lord,  most  holy, 

Thy  strength  and  righteousness. 

OA1  c  M 

*wt/li  Conviction  by  the  Law. 

1  LORD  !  how  secure  my  conscience  was, 

And  felt  no  inward  dread  ! 
I  was  alive  without  the  law, 

And  thought  my  sins  were  dead. 

2  My  hopes  of  heaven  were  firm  and  bright ; 

But  since  the  precept  came, 
With  a  convincing  power  and  light, 
I  find  how  vile  I  am. 

3  My  guilt  appeared  but  small  before, 

Till  terribly  I  saw — 
How  perfect,  holy,  just,  and  pure, 
Is  thine  eternal  law. 

4  Then  felt  my  soul  the  heavy  load, 

My  sins  revived  again  : — 
I  have  provoked  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  are  slain. 

5  My  God  !  I  cry  with  every  breath 

For  some  kind  power  to  save, — 
To  break  the  yoke  of  sin  and  death 
And  thus  redeem  the  slave. 

9^9  l.,m. 

rO  ZJ  Aj  •  The  Strivings  of  the  Spirit. 

1  SAY,  sinner  !  hath  a  voice  within 
Oft  whispered  to  thv  secret  soul, 
33* 


390  HYMNS. 

Urged  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control  ? 

2  Sinner !  it  was  a  heavenly  voice, — 
It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call ; 

It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

3  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light ; 
Regard,  in  time,  the  warning  kind ; 
That  call  thou  may'st  not  always  slight. 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

4  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 
With  hardened,  self-destroying  man  ; 
Ye,  who  persist  his  love  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 

5  Sinner  !  perhaps,  this  very  day, 
Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be : 

Oh  !  should'st  thou  grieve  him  now  away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 

&*JtJ*  Man  condemned  before  God. 

1  AH !  how  shall  fallen  man 

Be  just  before  his  God  1 
If  he  contend  in  righteousness, 
We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

2  If  he  our  ways  should  mark, 

With  strict  inquiring  eyes, 
Could  we,  for  one  of  thousand  faults, 
A  just  excuse  devise  1 

3  All-seeing,  powerful  God  ! 

Who  can  with  thee  contend  ? 
Or  who,  that  tries  th'  unequal  strife, 
Shall  prosper  in  the  end  ] 

4  The  mountains,  in  thy  wrath, 

Their  ancient  seats  forsake ; 
The  trembling  earth  deserts  her  place, 
Her  rooted  pillars  shake. 

5  Ah  !  how  shall  guilty  man 

Contend  with  such  a  God? 
None — none  can  meet  him,  and  escape, 
But  through  the  Saviour's  blood. 


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CONVICTION. 

S.  M. 
The  evil  Heart. 

1  ASTONISHED  and  distressed, 

I  turn  mine  eyes  within  ; — 
My  heart  with  loads  of  guilt  oppressed 
"The  seat  of  every  sin. 

2  What  crowds  of  evil  thoughts, 

What  vile  affections  there  ! 
Distrust,  presumption,  artful  guile, 
Pride,  envy,  slavish  fear  ! 

3  Almighty  King  of  saints  ! 

These  hateful  sins  subdue  ; 
Dispel  the  darkness  from  my  mind, 
And  all  my  powers  renew. 

4  This  done, — my  cheerful  voice 

Shall  loud  hosannas  raise  ; 
My  soul  shall  glow  with  gratitude, — 
My  lips  pronounce  thy  praise. 


INVITING. 


^*J*J  •  The  Saviour's  Invitation. 

1  THE  Saviour  calls — let  every  ear 

Attend  the  heavenly  sound  ; 
Ye  doubting  souls  !  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow, 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart, 
To  banish  mortal  wo. 

3  Ye  sinners !  come  ;  't  is  mercy's  voice  ; 

The  gracious  call  obey  ; 
Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys, — 
And  can  you  yet  delay] 

1  Dear  Saviour  !  draw  reluctant  hearts ; 
To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts. 
And  drink,  and  never  die. 


392  HYMNS. 


256 


L.  M. 

Rest  for  the  weary  Penitent. 

1  COME,  weary  souls  !  with  sin  distressed, 
Come,  and  accept  the  promised  rest ; 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 

And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes ; 
Pardon  and  life,  and  endless  peace, — 
How  rich  the  gift,  how  free  the  grace ! 

3  Lord  !  we  accept,  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart ; 
We  come,  with  trembling ;  yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 

4  Dear  Saviour  !  let  thy  powerful  love 
Confirm  our  faith, — our  fears  remove ; 
Oh  !  sweetly  reign  in  every  breast, 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest. 

CM. 

The  Gospel-Trumpet. 

1  LET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 

And  every  heart  rejoice  ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds, 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 

That  feed  upon  the  wind. 
And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toils 
To  fill  th'  immortal  mind  ! — 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die  ! 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy,  here, 

In  a  rich  ocean  join ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 


257 


INVITING. 

6  The  happy  gates  of  gospel-grace 
Stand  open  night  and  day  ; — 
Lord  !  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

<stJ{-J»  Christ's  Invitation  to  Sinners. 

1  "  COME  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls ! 

Ye  heavy-laden  sinners  !  come  ; 
I  '11  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  "  They  shall  find  rest,  who  learn  of  me, — 

I  'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind; 
But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3  "  Blessed  is  the  man,  whose  shoulders  take 

My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight ; 
My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 

My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light." 

4  Jesus !  we  come  at  thy  command  ; 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
Resign  our  spirits,  to  thy  hand, 
To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

fi*>*J*J  m  Living  Waters. 

1  HO  !  every  one  that  thirsts  !  draw  nigh  ; — 

'T  is  God  invites  the  fallen  race ; 
Mercy  and  free  salvation  buy, 
Buy  wine,  and  milk,  and  gospel-grace. 

2  Ye  nothing  in  exchange  can  give, — 

Leave  all  ye  have  and  are  behind  ; 
Freely  the  gift  of  God  receive, — 
Pardon  and  peace  in  Jesus  find. 

3  Come  to  the  living  waters,  come  ; 

Sinners  !  obey  your  Maker's  voice  ; 
Return,  ye  weary  wanderers  !  home, 
And  in  redeeming  love  rejoice. 


c.  M. 

The  Resolve. 


260. 

1  COME,  trembling  sinner!  in  whose  breast, 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve ; 


261 


HYMNS. 

Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed. 
And  make  this  last  resolve : — 

"  I  '11  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 
I  '11  seek  his  courts,  and  enter  in, 

Whatever  may  oppose. 
"  Prostrate  I  '11  fall  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess ; 
I  '11  tell  him,  I  'm  a  wretch  undone, 

Without  his  sovereign  grace. 
"Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer ; 
But,  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 

And  perish  only  there. 
"I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

I  am  resolved  to  try  ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 

I  must  for  ever  die." 

8s  and  7s.    Peculiar. 
A  Fountain  set  open. 

1  COME  to  Calv'ry's  holy  mountain, 

Sinners,  ruined  by  the  fall ! 
Here  a  pure  and  healing  fountain 

Flows  to  you, — to  me, — to  all,— 
In  a  full  perpetual  tide, 
Opened  when  the  Saviour  died. 

2  Come,  in  sorrow  and  contrition, 

Wounded,  impotent,  and  blind  ; 
Here  the  guilty,  free  remission, — 

Here  the  troubled,  peace  may  find ; 
Health  this  fountain  will  restore ; 
He  that  drinks  shall  thirst  no  more  :— 

3  He  that  drinks  shall  live  for  ever, — 

T  is  a  soul-reviving  flood  : 
God  is  faithful — God  will  never 

Break  his  covenant  in  blGod ; — 
Signed,  when  our  Redeemer  died, 
Sealed,  when  he  was  glorified. 

OfiO  8s  and  7s. 

&  VJ&s*  False  and  true  Pleasure. 

1  TELL  us,  wanderer  !  wildly  roving 
From  the  path  that  leads  to  peace, 


INVITING.  395 

Pleasure's  false  enchantment  loving, — 
When  will  thy  delusion  cease  1 

2  Once,  like  thee,  by  joys  surrounded, 

We  could  kneel  at  pleasure's  shrine  ; 
Then  our  brightest  hopes  were  bounded, 
By  delights  as  false  as  thine, 

3  But  those  visions  never  blessed  us, — 

Soon  their  fleeting  day  was  o'er ; 
Then  the  world,  that  had  caressed  us, 
Charmed  us  with  its  smiles  no  more. 

4  Such  is  pleasure's  transient  story; 

Lasting  happiness  is  known 
Only  in  the  path  to  glory, — 
In  the  Saviour's   love  alone. 

WUUi  The  happy  Choice. 

1  TO-DAY — if  ye  will  hear  his  voice, 
Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice ; 
Say — will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  1 
Say — will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no  1 

2  Ye  wandering  souls,  who  find  no  rest  I 
Say — will  you  be  for  ever  blest  1 
Will  you  be  saved  from  sin  and  hell? 
Will  you  with  Christ  in  glory  dwell  1 

3  Come  now,  dear  youth  !  for  ruin  bound, 
Obey  the  gospel's  joyful  sound ; 
Come,  go  with  us,  and  you  shall  prove 
The  joy  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 

4  Once  more  we  ask  you  in  his  name, — 
For  yet  his  love  remains  the  same, — 
Say — will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  1 
Say — will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no] 

9fi/L  CM 

&  v/td*  Pardon  and  Sanctification  in  Christ. 

1  HOW  sad  our  state  by  nature  is  ! 

Our  sin — how  deep  it  stains  ! 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  minds, 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 

2  But  there  's  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace, 

Sounds  from  the  sacred  word  ; — 


396  HYMNS. 

"Ho!  ye  despairing  sinners  !  come, 
And  trust  upon  the  Lord." 

3  My  soul  obeys  th'  almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief ; 
I  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord ! 
Oh  !  help  my  unbelief. 

4  To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

Incarnate  God  !  I  fly  ; 
Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  soul, 
From  stains  of  deepest  die. 

5  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 

On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall : 
Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness. 
My  Jesus,  and  my  all. 

oa&  cm 

/wUt'i  The  Way  to  Zion. 

1  INQUIRE,  ye  pilgrims  !  for  the  way 

That  leads  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  thither  set  your  steady  face, 
With  a  determined  will. 

2  Oh  !  come,  and  to  his  temple  haste, 

And  seek  his  favor  there  ; 
Before  his  footstool,  humbly  bow, 
And  pour  your  fervent  prayer. 

3  Oh  !  come,  and  join  your  souls  to  God 

In  everlasting  bands  ; 
Accept  the  blessings  he  bestows, 
With  thankful  hearts  and  hands. 

9(\(\  CM. 

<W  \J  \J  •  Invitation  to  the  Gospel-Feast. 

1  YE  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor ! 

Behold  a  royal  feast, — 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  Here  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms ; 

He  calls,  he  bids  you,  come ; 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms ; 
But  see  !  there  yet  is  room : — 

3  Room  in  the  Saviour's  bleeding  heart ;   - 

There  love  and  pity  meet ; 


INVITING.  397 

Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart, 
That  trembles  at  his  feet. 

4  Oh !  come,  and,  with  his  children,  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love  ; 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

5  There,  with  uniled  heart  and  voice, 

Before  th'  eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
In  songs  on  earth  unknown. 

9fi7  c.  m. 

+*\J  I  •  The  Fountain  of  living  Waters. 

1  OH  !  what  amazing  words  of  grace 

Are  in  the  gospel  found, 
Suited  to  every  sinner's  case 
Who  hears  the  joyful  sound  ! 

2  Come,  then,  with  all  your  wants  and  wounds 

Your  every  burden  bring  ; 
Here  love,  unchanging  love,  abounds, — 
A  deep  celestial  spring. 

3  This  spring  with  living  water  flows, 

And  heavenly  joy  imparts  ; 
Come,  thirsty  souls  !  your  wants  disclose 
And  drink,  with  thankful  hearts. 

4  Millions  of  sinners,  vile  as  you, 

Have  here  found  life  and  peace ; 
Come,  then,  and  prove  its  virtues  too, 
And  drink,  adore,  and  bless. 


268 


7s. 
Sinners  urged  to  accept  the  Invitation. 

1  YE  !  who  in  his  courts  are  found, 
Listening  to  the  joyful  sound, 
Lost  and  helpless  as  ye  are, 
Sons  of  sorrow,  sin,  and  care, — 
Glorify  the  King  of  kings, 

Take  the  peace  the  gospel  brings. 

2  Turn  to  Christ  your  longing  eyes, 
View  this  bleeding  sacrifice  ; 
See,  in  him,  your  sins  forgiven, 
Pardon,  holiness,  and  heaven ; 

34 


269 


270 


HYMNS. 

Glorify  the  King  of  kings, 

Take  the  peace  the  gospel  brings. 

7s. 
Expostulation  with  Sinners. 

SINNERS  !  turn,  why  will  ye  die  3 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you— Why  1 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live, — 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands,. 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands, — 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures  !  why, 
Will  ye  cross  his  love,  and  die  ] 

Sinners  !  turn,  why  will  ye  die  1 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you — Why  1 
He,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  himself  that  ye  might  live  ; — 
Will  ye  let  him  die  in  vain  1 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  1 
Why,  ye  ransomed  sinners  !  why, 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die '? 
Sinners!  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you — Why  ? 
Many  a  time  with  you  he  strove, 
Wooed  you  to  embrace  his  love  : 
Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive  1 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  1 
Oh  !  ye  guilty  sinners  !  why — 
Why  will  ye  for  ever  die  ] 

C.  M. 
Exposttclation  with  Sinners. 

SINNERS  !  the  voice  of  God  regard ; 

'T  is  Mercy  speaks  to-day  ; 
He  calls  you  by  his  sovereign  word, 

From  sin's  destructive  way. 

Like  the  rough  sea  that  cannot  rest, 

You  live  devoid  of  peace  : 
A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast, 

Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 

Your  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  hell ; 

And  will  you  onward  go  ? 
Can  you  in  endless  burnings  dwell, 

Or  bear  eternal  wo a 


INVITING.  399 

4  Lo  !  he,  who  turns  to  God,  shall  live, 

Through  his  abounding  grace  ; 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those  who  seek  his  face. 

5  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word — 

Renouncing  every  sin  : 
Submit  to  him,  your  sovereign  Lord, 
And  learn  his  will  divine. 

6  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts ; — 

He  pardons  like  a  God  ; 
He  will  forgive  your  numerous  faults, 
Through  Christ's  atoning  blood. 


271 


L.  M. 

Knocking  at  the  Door. 


1  BEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  door  ! 

He  gently  knocks, — has  knocked  before  ; 
Has  waited  long — is  waiting  still ; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  Oh  !  lovely  attitude — he  stands 
With  melting  heart  and  loaded  hands : 
Oh  !  matchless  kindness — and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes  ! 

3  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed1? 
He  will — the  very  friend  you  need  ; 
The  friend  of  sinners — yes,  'tis  he, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise — touched  with  gratitude  divine, 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine, — 
That  soul-destroying  monster,  sin, — 
And  let  the  heavenly  stranger  in. 

5  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn, — 
His  feet  departed  ne'er  return  ; 
Admit  him, — or  the  hour  's  at  hand, 
You  '11  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 


8e,  7s  and  4. 
Invitation  to  Sinners. 


172. 

1  COME,  ye  sinners  !  heavy-laden, 
Lost  and  ruined  by  the  fall, — 


400  HYMNS. 

If  you  wait,  till  you  are  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all : 

Sinners  only, 
Christ,  the  Saviour,  came  to  call. 

2  Let  no  sense  of  guilt  prevent  you, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him : 

This  he  gives  you  ; — 
'T  is  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

3  Agonizing  m  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Saviour  prostrate  lies  ; 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him, 
There  he  groans,  and  bleeds,  and  dies 

"  It  is  finished"— 
Heaven  accepts  the  sacrifice. 

4  Lo  !  th*  incarnate  God  ascending 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 
Venture  on  him, — venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

5  Saints  and  angels,  joined  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb  ; 

While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 

Sweetlv  echo  with  his  name ; 

Hallelujah  !— 
Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same. 

/W  I  «J»  The  Sinner  entreated. 

1  RETURN,  O  wanderer !  now  return, 

And  seek  thine  injured  Father's  face  ; 
Those  new  desires  that  in  thee  burn, 
Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer !  now  return, 

He  hears  thy  deep  repentant  sigh  , 
He  hears  thy  softened  spirit  mourn, 
When  no  intruding  ear  is  nigh. 

3  Return,  O  wanderer !  now  return, 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thy  spirit  live ; 
Go  to  his  bleeding  feet,  and  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 


INVITING.  401 

4  Return,  O  wanderer  !  now  return, 
And  wipe  away  the  falling  tear ; 
Thy  Father  calls — "No  longer  mourn !" 
'T  is  mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near. 

97  A  °  M' 

<C  /  ^b.  The  heavenly  Guest. 

1  AND  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 

To  visit  sinful  worms  ] 
Thus  at  the  door  shall  mercy  stand, 
In  all  her  winning  forms  ] 

2  Shall  Jesus  for  admittance  plead, 

His  charming  voice  unheard? 
And  this  vile  heart,  for  which  he  bled, 
Remain  for  ever  barred  3 

3  'T  is  sin,  alas  !  with  tyrant-power, 
The  lodging  has  possessed  ; 

And  crowds  of  traitors  bar  the  door, 
Against  the  heavenly  guest. 

Lord  !  rise  in  thine  all-conquering  grace, 

Thy  mighty  power  display  ; 
One  beam  of  glory  from  thy"  face 

Can  drive  my  foes  away." 

Ye  vile  seducers  !  hence  depart ; 

Dear  Saviour  !  enter  in  ; 
Oh  !  guard  the  passage  to  my  heart, 

And  keep  out  every  sin. 

8s,  7s  and  4. 
Glad  Tidings. 

SINNERS  !  will  you  scorn  the  message 
Coming  from  the  courts  above  2 

Mercy  speaks  in  every  passage ; 
Every  line  is  full  of  love  ; 

Oh  !  believe  it, — 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

Now,  the  heralds  of  salvation 

Joyful  news  from  heaven  proclaim  : — 
Sinners  freed  from  condemnation, 
Through  the  all-atoning  Lamb  ! 

Life  receiving — 
Through  the  all-atoning  Lamb. 
34* 


115 


402  HYMNS. 

3  Who  hath  their  report  believed  1 

Who  received  the  joyful  word  1 
Who  embraced  the  news  of  pardon, 
Freely  offered  by  the  Lord! 

Life  immortal, — 
Freely  offered  by  the  Lord. 

4  O  ye  angels  !  hovering  round  us, — 

Waiting  spirits  !  speed  your  way, 
Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven, 
Tidings  bear  without  delay, — 

Rebel-sinners — 
Glad  the  message  will  obey. 


276 


S.  M. 
The  accepted  Time. 

1  NOW  is  th'  accepted  time, 

Now  is  the  day  of  grace  ; 
O  sinners  !  come,  without  delay, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day  ; 
To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late  ; — 
Then  why  should  you  delay  ! 

3  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 

The  gospel  bids  you  come ; 

And  every  promise,  in  his  word, 

Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Lord  !  draw  reluctant  souls, 

And  melt  them  by  thy  love  ; 
Then  will  the  angels  speed  their  way 
To  bear  the  news  above. 


277 


8s  and  4. 
The  Gospel-Trumpet. 

HARK — hark  !  the  gospel-trumpet  sounds,- 
Through  the  wide  earth  the  echo  bounds ; 
Pardon  and  peace  by  Jesus'  blood  ! 
Sinners  are  reconciled  to  God, 
By  grace  divine. 

Come,  sinners  !  hear  the  joyful  news, 
Nor  longer  dare  the  grace  refuse ; 


INVITING.  403 

Mercy  and  justice  here  combine, 
Goodness  and  truth  harmonious  join, 
T'  invite  you  near. 

3  Ye  saints  in  glory  !  strike  the  lyre ; 
Ye  mortals  !  catch  the  sacred  fire ; 
Let  both  the  Saviour's  love  proclaim  ; — 
For  ever  worthy  is  the  Lamb 
Of  endless  praise. 

970  e.  m. 

W  I  {J  The  Young  exhorted. 

1  YE  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm  ! 

In  smiling  crowds  draw  near ; 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you  ; 
And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 
Your  friendship  to  pursue. 

3  The  soul,  that  longs  to  see  his  face, 

Is  sure  his  love  to  gain  ; 
And  they,  who  early  seek  his  grace, 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain. 

4  What  object,  Lord  !  my  soul  should  move, 

If  once  compared  with  thee  1 
What  beauty  should  command  my  love, 
Like  what  in  Christ  I  see  1 

5  Away,  ye  false  delusive  toys ! 

Vain  tempters  of  the  mind ; 
'T  is  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice, 
For  here,  true  bliss  I  find. 


279 


8s,  7s  and  4. 
Children  exhorted. 

1  CHILDREN  !  hear  the  melting  story 

Of  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain  ; 
'T  is  the  Lord  of  life  and  glory ; 
Shall  he  plead  with  you  in  vain? 

Oh  !  receive  him, 
And  salvation  now  obtain. 

2  Yield  no  more  to  sin  and  folly, 

So  displeasing  in  his  sight ; 


404  HYMNS. 

Jesus  loves  the  pure  and  holy, 
They  alone  are  his  delight ; 

Seek  his  favor, 
And  your  hearts  to  him  unite. 

3  All  your  sins  to  him  confessing 
Who  is  ready  to  forgive  ; 
Seek  the  Saviour's  richest  blessing 
On  his  precious  name  believe  ; 

He  is  waiting, — 
Will  you  not  his  grace  receive  1 

*&{J\Jo  Children  invited  to  Christ. 

1  CHILDREN  !  listen  to  the  Lord, 
And  obey  his  gracious  word  ; 
Seek  his  face  with  heart  and  mind- 
Early  seek,  and  you  shall  find. 

2  Sorrowful,  your  sins  confess ; 
Plead  his  perfect  righteousness ; 
See  the  Saviour's  bleeding  side  ; — 
Come — you  will  not  be  denied. 

3  For  his  worship  now  prepare ; 
Kneel  to  him  in  fervent  prayer ; 
Serve  him  with  a  perfect  heart ; 
Never  from  his  ways  depart. 


PENITENTIAL. 


OO-l  c.  M. 

/WO  ±  •  Contrition. 

1  O  THOU !  whose  tender  mercy  hears 

Contrition's  humble  sigh  ; 
Whose  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye ; — 

2  See,  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wanderer  mourn  ; 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 
Hast  thou  not  said—"  Return  ?" 

3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  me  from  thy  feet  1 


282. 


PENITENTIAL. 

Oh!  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat. 

Oh  !  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ; 

And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joys  divine. 

-      7s. 
Repentance  at  the  Cross  of  Clirist. 

1  HEARTS  of  stone  !  relent,  relent, 

Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdued ; 
See  his  body,  mangled,  rent, 

Covered  with  a  gore  of  blood  ! 
Sinful  soul !  what  hast  thou  done  ? 
Crucified  God's  only  Son  ! 

2  Yes,  thy  sins  have  done  the  deed, 

Driven  the  nails  that  fixed  him  there 
Crowned  with  thorns  his  sacred  head, 

Pierced  him  with  the  bloody  spear, 
Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice, — 
While  for  sinful  man  he  dies. 

3  Wilt  thou  let  him  bleed  in  vain, — 

Still  to  death  thy  Lord  pursue  1 
Open  all  his  wounds  again, — 

And  the  shameful  cross  renew  1 
No  ; — with  all  my  sins  I  '11  part, 
Break,  Oh  !  break,  my  bleeding  heart ! 

QQQ  L.  M.     6  Lines. 

/wOOi  Pleading  in  Jesus'  Name. 

1  FATHER  of  mercies,  God  of  love  ! 

Oh  !  hear  an  humble  suppliant's  cry ; 
Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, — 

Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty  ; 
Oh  !  deign  to  hear  my  mournful  voice, 
And  bid  my  drooping  heart  rejoice. 

2  I  urge  no  merit  of  my  own, — 

No  worth  to  claim  thy  gracious  smile ; 
No, — when  I  come  before  thy  throne, 

Dare  to  converse  with  God  awhile, 
Thy  name,  blest  Jesus !  is  my  plea, — 
Dearest  and  sweetest  name  to  me. 


406  HYMNS. 

S  Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love  ! 

Then  hear  thine  humble  suppliant's  cry  ; 
Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, 

Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty  ; 
One  pard'ning  word  can  make  me  whole, 
And  soothe  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 


284 


C    M. 

Godly  Son  crw  at  the  Cross. 

1  ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  1 

And  did  my  Sovereign  die  1 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head, 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ) 

2  Was  it,  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  1 
Amazing  pity  ! — grace  unknown  ! — 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  bide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ,  the  mighty  Maker,  died, 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears  ; 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  floods  of  tears  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe ; 
Here,  Lord  !  I  give  myself  away ; — 
'T  is  all  that  I  can  do. 

L.  M.    6  Lines. 
Backslider's  Return  through  Christ. 

WEARY  of  wandering  from  my  Gou 

And  now  made  willing  to  return, 
I  hear,  and  bow  beneath  the  rod ; 

To  him,  with  penitence,  I  mourn: 
I  have  an  advocate  above, — 
A  friend  before  the  throne  of  love. 
O  Jesus  !  full  of  truth  and  grace, 

More  full  of  grace  than  I  of  sin, — 
Yet  once  again  I  seek  thy  face, 

Open  thine  arms  and  take  me  in ; 
Oh  I  freely  my  backslidings  heal, 
And  love  the  dying  sinner  still. 


285 


PENITENTIAL.  40: 

3  Ah  !  give  me,  Lord  !  the  tender  heart, 
That  trembles  at  th'  approach  of  sin ; 
A  godly  fear  of  sin  impart, 

Implant,  and  root  it  deep  within  ; 
That  1  may  fear  thy  gracious  power, 
And  never  dare  t'  offend  thee  more. 


c.  M. 

Penitence  and  Hope. 


286. 

1  DEAR  Saviour  !  when  my  thoughts  recall 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
Low  at  thy  feet  ashamed  I  fall, 
And  hide  this  wretched  face. 

2  Oh  !  while  I  breathe  to  thee,  my  Lord ! 

The  penitential  sigh, 
Confirm  the  kind  forgiving  word, 
With  pity  in  thine  eye. 

3  Then  shall  the  mourner,  at  thy  feet, 

Rejoice  to  seek  thy  face  ; 
And  grateful  own — how  kind,  how  sweet, 
Thy  condescending  grace. 

**>^~J  l  •  Confession  and  Entreaty. 

1  SOVEREIGN  Ruler,  Lord  of  all ! 
Prostrate  at  thy  feet  1  fall ; 
Hear,  Oh  !  hear  my  earnest  cry, 
Frown  not,  lest  I  faint  and  die. 

2  Vilest  of  the  sons  of  men, — 
Chief  of  sinners  I  have  been  ; 
Oft  abused  thee  to  thy  face, 
Trampled  on  thy  richest  grace. 

3  Justly  might  thy  righteous  dart 
Pierce  this  bleeding,  broken  heart ; 
Justly  might  thine  angry  breath 
Blast  me  in  eternal  death. 

4  But  with  thee  there  's  mercy  found,— 
Balm  to  heal  my  every  wound  : 
Soothe,  Oh  !  soothe  the  troubled  breast, 
Give  the  weary  wanderer  rest. 


406  HYMNS. 

ftftft 

1  PROSTRA  feet, 

And  up*  rcy-seat, 

Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  Let  not  thy  justice  frown  me  hence  ; 

Oh  :  stay  the  vengeful  storm; 
Forbid  it,  that  Omnipotence 
Should  crush  B  Jim 

3  If  tears  of  sorrow  could  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I 

ouid,  from  both  my  weeping 
In  ceaseless  currents  flow. 

4  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt; 
\     ti    r.N,  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed, 
blood,  but  thou  bast  spilt 

5  Think  of  thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord  ! 

And  all  my  sins  forgive  ; 
Then  justice  will  approve  the  word 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 


289 


cm. 

Pleading  fur  Mercy. 

1  LORD  !  at  thy  feet,  we  sinners  lie, 

And  knock  at  mercy's  door; 

Z  heart,  and  downcast  eye, 
Thy  favor  we  implore. 

2  Without  thy  grace,  we  sink  oppressed, 

of  hell ; 
Oh  !  give  our  troubled  spirits  rest, 
Our  gl« 

3  'T  is  mercy — mercy  r.  ad  ; 

Let  thy  c<  . — 

fed  thee  once  to  bleed, 
ness  and  love. 

4  In  mercy  now,  f. 

Thy  er         ur  stubborn  hearts  can  break, 
aking,  bid  us  live. 


291 


PENITENTIAL.  409 

0(\f\  Hs  and  10s. 

/wJU.  T j  t'K  Mercy- Seat. 

1  COME,  ye  disconsolate  !  where'er  ye  languish, 

Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel  : 
Here   bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your 
anguish  ; 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure! 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly  saying, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  cure. 

3  Here  see  the  bread  of  life;  see  waters  flowing 

Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from  above: 
Come  to  the  feast  of  love  ;  come,  ever-knowing, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow,  bat  heaven  can  remove. 

c.  M. 
Hie  Friend  of  Sinners. 

1  JESUS  !  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend  ; 

As  such  I  look  to  thee  ; 
Now,  in  the  fulness  of  thy  love, 

0  Lord  !  remember  me. 

2  Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace, — 

Remember  "Calvary ; 
Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 
And.  then,  remember  me. 

3  Thou  wondrous  Advocate  with  God ! 

1  yield  myself  to  thee ; 

While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne. 
Dear  Lord  !  remember  me. 

4  Lord  !  I  am  guilty — I  am  vile, 

But  thy  salvation  \s  tree; 
Then,  in  thine  all-abounding  grace, 
Dear  Lord  !  remember  me. 

5  And,  when  1  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

When  creature-helps  all 
Then,  O  my  dear  Redeemer-God! 
I  pray,  remember  me. 

909  B  M 

***Ji~~>*     Repentance,  i>\  <:'s  Compassion. 

1  DID  Christ  o'er  sinner.'  weep  1 — 
And  shall  our  cheok-    >e  dry! 
35 


293 


410  HYMNS. 

Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 

The  angels  wondering  see  ? 

Be  thou  astonished,  O  my  soul ! 

He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept — that  we  might  weep  ; — 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear  ; — 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, — 
There  is  no  weeping  there. 

c.  M. 

The  Soul  casting  itself  on  Christ. 

1  APPROACH,  my  soul !  the  mercy-seat, 

Where  Jesus  answers  prayer  ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh  : 
Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord  !  am  I. 

3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  pressed, 
By  wars  without  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place, 

That,  sheltered  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him—"  Thou  hast  died." 

5  Oh  !  wondrous  love, — to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name  ! 


294 


C.  M. 

In-dwelling  Sin  lamented. 

WITH  tears  of  anguish,  I  lament, 

Before  thy  feet,  my  God  ! 
My  pission,  pride,  and  discontent, 

And  vile  ingratitude. 

Sure,  there  was  ne'er  a  heart  so  basf* 
So  false  as  mine  has  been  ; 


PENITENTIAL.  411 

So  faithless  to  its  promises, — 
So  prone  to  every  sin. 

3  How  long,  dear  Saviour  !  shall  I  feel 

These  struggles  in  my  breast  1 
When  wilt  thou  bow  my  stubborn  will, 
And  give  my  conscience  rest  I 

4  Break,  sovereign  grace  !  Oh  !  break  ttie  charm 

And  set  the  captive  free  : 
Reveal,  great  God  !  thy  mighty  arm, 
And  haste  to  rescue  me. 


295. 


C.  M. 

Sin  bewailed  at  the  Cross. 


1  OH  !  if  my  soul  was  formed  for  wo, 

How  would  I  vent  my  sighs  ! 
Repentance  should,  like  rivers,  flow 
From  both  my  streaming  eyes. 

2  *X  was  for  my  sins,  my  dearest  Lord 

Hung  on  the  cursed  tree, — 
And  groaned  away  a  dying  life, 
For  thee,  my  soul ! — for  thee. 

3  Oh  !  how  I  hate  those  sins  of  mine 

That  shed  the  Saviour's  blood  ; 
That  pierced  and  nailed  his  sacred  flesh 
Fast  to  the  fatal  wood  ! 

4  Yes,  my  Redeemer !  they  shall  die  ; 

My  heart  hath  so  decreed  ; 
Nor  will  I  spare  the  guilty  things 
That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

5  While  with  a  melting,  broken  heart, 

My  murdered  Lord  I  view, 
I  '11  raise  revenge  against  my  sins, 
And  slay  the  murderers  too. 

PQfi  c  M 

"W  *J  \J  •  Mourning  at  the  Sepulchre. 

1  YE  humble  souls  that  seek  the  Lord  ! 

Cast  all  your  fears  away  ; 
Draw  nearj  and,  with  delight,  behold 
The  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

2  Thus  low  the  Lord  of  life  was  brought  ;— 

'T  was  love  that  brought  him  low ; 


412  HYMNS. 

Thus  low  in  death  the  Saviour  lay, 
Who  lived  and  bled  for  you. 

3  If  ye  have  wept  at  yonder  cross, 
And  still  your  sorrows  rise, 

Stoop  down  and  view  the  vanquished  grave, 
And  wipe  your  weeping  eyes. 

4  Yoifr  Saviour  lives, — for  ever  lives  ! — 
Raise  a  triumphant  strain  ; 

No  powers  of  hell,  nor  bars  of  death, 
The  conqueror  could  detain. 

5  O'er  heaven  and  earth  he  now  presides, 
Though  once  among  the  dead ; 

And  to  eternity  shall  reign 
Creation's  glorious  Head. 

6  Ye  mourning  souls !  rejoice,  while  you 
His  empty  tomb  survey ; 

As  Christ  arose,  so  you  shall  rise 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

/wJ  /  •  Returning  to  Christ.    Q%  :  .'M..^/CJ^\^ 

1  HOW  oft,  alas !  this  wretched  heart 
Has  wandered  from  the  Lord  ! 

How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, — 
Forgetful  of  his  word  ! 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls — "Return  !* 

Dear  Lord  !  and  may  I  come  1 
^        My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  ; 

Oh  !  take  the  wanderer  home. 

3  And  canst  thou — wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 
£        And  shall  a  pardoned  rebel  live 
To  speak  thy  wondrous  love  1 

*       4  Almighty  grace  !  thy  healing  power, 
How  glorious — how  divine  ! 
q         That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
A  heart  so  vile  as  mine  ! 

5  Thy  pard'ning  love — so  free,  so  sweet- 
Dear  Saviour  !  I  adore  ; 
Oh  !  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 


«* 


CONVERSION.  413 


CONVERSION. 


298. 


C.  P.  M. 

Tlie  New-Birth. 


x  AWAKED  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found, 

And  knew  not  where  to  go  : 
One  solemn  truth  increased  my  pain, — 
The  sinner  "must  be  born  again," 

Or  sink  to  endless  wo. 

2  I  heard  the  law  its  thunders  roll, 
While  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, — 

A  vast  oppressive  load : 
All  creature-aid  I  saw  was  vain  ; — 
The  sinner  "  must  be  born  again," 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

3  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell — 
How  Jesus  conquered  death  and  hell 

To  bring  salvation  near  : 
Yet  still  I  found  this  truth  remain, — 
The  sinr  *t  "must  be  born  again," 

Or  sinn  in  deep  despair. 

4  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 

The  bleeding  Saviour  passed  that  way, 

My  bondage  to  remove  : 
The  sinner,  once  by  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 


L.  M. 

God,  the  Portion  of  the  Soul. 


299. 

1  FAR  from  thy  fold,  O  God  !  my  feet 

Once  moved  in  error's  devious  maze ; 
Nor  found  religious  duties  sweet, 
Noi  sought  thy  face,  nor  loved  thy  ways. 

2  With  tenderest  voice  thou  bad'st  me  flee 

The  paths  which  thou  couldst  ne'er  approve ; 
And  gently  drew  my  soul  to  thee, 
With  cords  of  sweet  eternal  love. 
35* 


414  HYMNS. 

3  Now  to  thy  footstool,  Lord  !  I  fly, 

And  low  in  self-abasement  fall ; 
A  vile,  a  helpless  worm,  am  I 
And  thou,  my  God  !  art  all  in  all. 

4  Dearer — far  dearer  to  my  heart, 

Than  all  the  joys  that  earth  can  give  ; 
From  fame,  from  wealth,  from  friends  I  'd  pai 
Beneath  thy  countenance  to  live. 

«1AA  8s  and  7s. 

t)vv»  Taking  up  the  Cross. 

1  JESUS  !  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave,  and  follow  thee  ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be  ; 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, — 

All  I  've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known  ! 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, — 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own  ! 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me ; 

They  have  left  my  Saviour,  too ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me  :— 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue ; 
Oh  !  while  thou  dost  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love  and  might ! 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me ; — 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Perish,  earthly  fame  and  treasure  ! 

Come,  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain  ! 
In  thy  service,  pain  is  pleasure  ; 

With  thy  favor,  life  is  gain  : 
Oh  !  't  is  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me ; 
Oh  !  't  were  not  in  joy  to  charm  me — 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee. 


301 


8s,  7s  and  4. 
The  Surrender. 

1  WELCOME,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer ! 

Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine ; 
Lord  !  I  make  a  full  surrender, 

Every  power  and  thought  be  thine  ; 
Thine  entirely, — 

Through  eternal  ages  thine. 


CONVERSION.  415 

2  Known  to  all  to  be  thy  mansion, 

Earth  and  hell  will  disappear ; 
Or  in  vain  attempt  possession, 

When  they  find  the  Lord  is  near  :^ 
Shout,  O  Zion ! 

Shout,  ye  saints  !  the  Lord  is  here. 


302. 


■     7s. 
Love  to  the  Saints. 


303 


PEOPLE  of  the  living  God  ! 

I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  no  where  found : 
Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, — 

Turns,  a  fugitive  unblest ; 
Brethren  !  where  your  altar  burns, 

Oh  !  receive  me  into  rest. 

Lonely,  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave ; 
Where  you  dwell,  shall  be  my  home, 

Where  you  die,  shall  be  my  grave : 
Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore, 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine  ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more, — 

Every  idol  I  resign. 

C  M. 

Subdued  by  the  Cross. 

IN  evil,  long  I  took  delight, 

Unawed  by  shame  or  "fear, 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 

And  stopped  my  wild  career. 

I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood  ; 
He  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 

As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

Oh  !  never, till  my  latest  breath, 

Shall  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 

Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

My  conscience  felt  and  owned  the  guilt, 
It  plunged  me  in  despair ; 


416  HYMNS. 

I  saw,  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  helped  to  nail  him  there. 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  that  said, 

"  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, — 
I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 

6  Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  displays, 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, — 
Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace, — 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 

QA/{  8s  and  7s. 

OVy^r*  Redemption. 

1  SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 

Which  before  the  cross  I  spend  ! 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing 
From  the  sinner's  dying  friend. 

2  Here  I  '11  sit,  for  ever  viewing 

Mercy  streaming  in  his  blood  ; — 
Precious  drops  !  my  soul  bedewing, 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

3  Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 

While  upon  the  cross  I  gaze  ; 
Love  I  much  ? — I  've  much  forgiven, — 
I  'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

4  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

Gazing  here  I  'd  spend  my  breath ; 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, — 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

5  Lord  !  in  ceaseless  contemplation, 

Fix  my  heart  and  eyes  on  thine, 
Till  I  taste  thy  whole"  salvation, 
Where,  unveiled,  thy  glories  shine. 

L.  M. 

Parting  with  carnal  Joys. 

I  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away, — 
Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind  ! 

False  as  the  smooth,  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

Your  streams  were  floating  me  along, 
Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair : 


305 


CONVERSION.  417 

And,  while  I  listened  to  your  song, 

Your  streams  had  e'en  conveyed  me  there. 

3  Lord  !  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 

That  warned  me  of  that  dark  abyss  ; 
That  drew  me  from  those  treacherous  seas, 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above, 

I  stretch  my  hands,  and  glance  mine  eyes  ; 
Oh  !  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies. 

5  There,  from  the  bosom  of  my  God, 

Oceans  of  endless  pleasure  roll ; 
There  would  I  fix  my  last  abode, 
And  drown  the  sorrows  of  my  soul. 

U  \J  \J  •  Rejoicing. 

1  NOW  let  our  voices  join 

Tu  raise  a  sacred  song  ; 
Ye  pilgrims  !  in  Jehovah's  ways, 
With  music  pass  along. 

2  See — flowers  of  paradise, 

In  rich  profusion,  spring  ; 
The  sun  of  glory  gilds  the  path, 
And  dear  companions  sing. 

3  See — Salem's  golden  spires, 

In  beauteous  prospect,  rise  ; 
And  brighter  crowns  than  mortals  wear, 
Which  sparkle  through  the  skies. 

4  All  honor  to  his  name, 

Who  marks  the  shining  way, — 
To  him  who  leads  the  pilgrims  on 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

307  c  M 

*J  v/  I  •  Salvation  welcomed. 

1  SALVATION!  Oh!  the  joyful  sound ; 

'T  is  pleasure  to  our  ears  ; — 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 


418  HYMNS. 

But  we  arise,  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation  ! — let  tb~  echo  fly 
The  spacious  earth  around  ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

*-*  v/0«  Darkness  turned  to  Light. 

1  BOUNDLESS  glory,  Lord  \  he  thine  J 
Thou  hast  made  the  dai  kness  shine ; 
Thou  hast  sent  a  cheering  ray  ; 
Thou  hast  turned  our  night  to  day. 

2  Darkness  lo$g  involved  us  round, 
Till  we  knew*1  the  joyful  sound ; 
Then  our  darkness  fled  away, — 
Chased  by  truth's  effulgent  ray. 

3  They  are  blessed,  and  none  beside, — 
They,  who  in  the  truth  abide ; 

Clear,  the  light  that  marks  their  way- 
Leading  to  eternal  day. 

4  Guide  us,  Saviour  !  through  the  road, 
Till  we  reach  the  saints'  abode ; 
Till  we  see  thee  throned  above, 

As  thou  art, — the  God  of  love. 

OQQ  C   M. 

*J\J*J  •  Returning  to  Zion. 

1  SING,  all  ye  ransomed  of  the  Lord  ! 

Your  great  Deliverer  sing : 
Ye  pilgrims  !  now,  for  Zion  bound, 
Be  joyful  in  your  King. 

2  See  the  fair  way  his  hand  hath  made  ;— 

How  peaceful  and  how  plain  ! 
The  simplest  traveler  need  not  err, 
Nor  seek  the  path  in  vain. 

3  A  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on, 

Through  all  the  blissful  road ; 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 
And  see  your  smiling  God. 

4  Bright  garlands  of  immortal  joy 

Shall  bloom  on  every  head ; 


CONVERSION.  419 

While  sorrow,  sighing,  and  distress, 
Like  shadows,  all  are  fled. 

5  March  on,  in  your  Redeemer's  strength  ; 
Pursue  his  footsteps  still ; 
With  joyful  hope,  still  fix  your  eye 
On  Zion's  heavenly  hill. 

Qlf)  SM 

tJ  J.  v/o  Submission  to  Christ. 

1  JESUS  !  I  come  tc  thee, 

A  sinner  doomed  to  die  ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  cross, — 
Here  at  thy  feet  I  lie. 

2  Can  mercy  reach  my  case, 

And  all  my  sins  remove? 
Break,  O  my  God  !  this  heart  of  stone, 
And  melt  it  by  thy  love. 

3  Too  long  my  soul  has  gone, 

Far  from  my  God,  astray  ; 
I  've  sported  on  the  brink  of  hell, 
In  sin's  delusive  way. 

4  But,  Lord  !  my  heart  is  fixed, — 

I  hope  in  thee  alone  ; 
Break  off  the  chains  of  sin  and  death, 
And  bind  me  to  thy  throne. 

5  Thy  blood  can  cleanse  my  heart, 

Thy  hand  can  wipe  my  tears  ; — 
Oh  !  send  thy  blessed  Spirit  down, 
To  banish  all  my  fears. 

6  Then  shall  my  soul  arise, 

From  sin  and  Satan  free ; 
Redeemed  from  hell  and  every  foe, 
I  '11  trust  alone  in  thee. 


311 


CM. 

Self-Dedication. 

1  WELCOME,  O  Saviour  !  to  my  heart ; 

Possess  thine  humble  throne ; 
Bid  every  rival  hence  depart, 
And  claim  me  for  thine  own. 

2  The  world  and  Satan  I  forsake, — 

To  thee,  I  all  resign ; 


420  HYMNS. 

My  longing  heart,  O  Jesus  !  take, 
And  till  with  love  divine. 

3  Oh  !  may  I  never  turn  aside, 
Nor  from  thy  bosom  flee  ; 
Let  nothing  here  my  heart  divide,— 
I  give  it  all  to  thee. 

QIO  CM 

*->  J-  /W«  Prayer  for  the  Spirit  of  Adoption. 

1  SPIRIT  of  holiness  !  look  down, 

Our  fainting  hearts  to  cheer ; 
And,  when  we  tremble  at  thy  frown, 
Oh  !  bring  thy  comforts  near. 

2  The  terrors  thy  convictions  wrought, 

Oh  !  let  thy  grace  remove ; 
And  may  the  souls,  which  thou  hast  taught 
To  weep,  now  learn  to  love. 

3  Now  let  thy  saving  mercy  heal 

The  wounds  it  made  before  ; 
Now  on  our  hearts  impress  thy  seal, 
That  we  may  doubt  no  more. 

4  Complete  the  work  thou  hast  begun, 

And  make  our  darkness  light, — 
That  we  a  glorious  race  may  run, 
Till  faith  be  lost  in  sight. 

5  Then,  as  our  wandering  eyes  discern 

The  Lord's  unclouded  face, 
In  fitter  language,  we  shall  learn 
To  sing  triumphant  grace. 


313. 


C.  M. 

Old  Things  passed  away. 

1  LET  earthly  minds  the  world  pursue, 

It  has  no  charms  for  me ; 
Once  I  admired  its  trifles  too, 
But  grace  hath  set  me  free. 

2  Its  joys  can  now  no  longer  please, 

Nor  e'en  content  afford  : 
Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
For  1  have  seen  the  Lord. 

3  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day, 

The  stars  are  all  concealed ; 


314 


CONVERSION.  421 

So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away, 
When  Jesus  is  revealed. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice, 

I  bid  them  all  depart ; 
His  name,  his  love,  his  gracious  voice, 
Have  fixed  my  roving  heart. 

5  But  may  I  hope  that  ihou  wilt  own 

A  worthless  worm  like  me  7 
Dear  Lord  !  I  would  be  thine  alone, 
And  wholly  live  to  thee. 

C.  M. 

Tliefull  Purpose. 

1  IN  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 
My  journey  I  '11  pursue  ; 

Hinder  me  not, — ye  much-loved  saints  ! 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  leads, 
I  '11  follow  where  he  goes ; 

Hinder  me  not ! — shall  be  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Through  duty,  and  through  trials  too, 
I  '11  go  at  his  command  ; 

Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  ImmanuePs  land. 

4  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 
Still  this  my  cry  shall  be, — 

Hinder  me  not, — come,  welcome,  death ! 
I  '11  gladly  go  with  thee. 

<_)  -J   ^T  8s  and  7s. 

O  JL  tJ  •  Redeeming-  Love. 

1  COME,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing ! 

Tune  my  heart  to  grateful  lays  ; 

Streams  of  mercy,  never-ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  measure, 

Sung  by  raptured  saints  above  ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  sacred  pleasure, 
While  I  sing  redeeming  love. 

3  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God ; 


422  HYMNS. 

He  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

4  Oh  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 

Daily  I  'm  constrained  to  be  ! 
Let.  thy  grace,  Lord  !  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee. 

5  Prone  to  wander, — Lord  !  I  feel  it ; 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love ; 
Here  's  my  heart,  Oh  !  take  and  seal  it*— 
Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 

31  ft  *  M 

U  JL  \J  •  Joy  over  tfie  Penitent. 

1  OH  !  how  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy, 

When  but  one  sinner  turns, 
And  with  an  humble,  broken  heart, 
His  sin  and  error  mourns  ! 

2  Pleased  with  the  news,  the  saints  below, 

In  songs,  their  tongues  employ ; 
Beyond  the  skies  the  tidings  go, 
And  heaven  is  filled  with  joy. 

3  Well-pleased,  the  Father  sees  and  hears 

The  conscious  sinner's  moan ; 
Jesus  receives  him  in  his  arms, 
And  claims  him  for  his  own. 

4  Nor  angels  can  their  joys  contain, 

But  kindle  with  new  fire: 
"The  sinner  lost  is  found  !"  they  sing, 
And  strike  the  sounding  lyre. 

Q 1  H  L  M 

J  X   I  •  Joy  in  Heaven  for  a  repenting  Sinner. 

1  WHO  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise, 
Through  all  the  courts  of  Paradise, 
To  see  a  prodigal  return, — 

To  see  an  heir  of  glory  born  1 

2  With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love  ; 
The  Son  with  joy  looks  down,  and 
The  purchase  of  his  agonies. 

3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  soul  he  formed  anew ; 


CONVERSION.  423 

And  saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 
The  growing  empire  of  their  king. 

01  O  S.  M 

O  J-  0»  Tlie  Song  of  the  Saved  on  Earth. 

1  FROM  Egypt's  bondage  come, 

Where  death  and  darkness  reign, 
We  seek  a  new,  a  better  home, 
Where  we  our  rest' shall  gain. 

2  To  Canaan's  sacred  bound, 

We  haste  with  songs  of  joy, 
Where  peace  and  liberty  are  found, 
And  sweets  that  never  cloy. 

3  There  sin  and  sorrow  cease, 

And  every  conflict 's  o'er : 
There  we  shall  dwell  in  endless  peace, 
Nor  thirst  nor  hunger  more. 

4  There,  in  celestial  strains, 

Enraptured  myriads  sing ; 
And  love  in  every  bosom  reigns, — 
For  God  himself  is  king. 

5  We  hope  to  join  the  throng, 

And  soon  their  pleasures  share : — 
To  sing  the  everlasting  song, 
With  all  the  ransomed  there. 

6  How  sweet  the  prospect  is  ! 

It  cheers  the  pilgrim's  breast ; 
We  're  journeying  through  the  wilderness, 
To  our  eternal  rest. 


319 


L.M. 
A  Youth,  seeking  heavenly  Wisdom. 

I  ASK  not  wealth,  nor  pomp,  nor  ppwer, 
Nor  fleeting  pleasures  of  an  hour  : 
My  soul  aspires  to  nobler  things 
Than  all  the  pride  and  state  of  kings. 

One  thing  I  ask  ; — Lord  !  wilt  thou  hear, 
And  grant  my  soul  a  gift  so  dear  1 — 
Wisdom,  descending  from  above, 
The  sweetest  token  of  thy  love  : — 

Wisdom,  betimes  to  know  the  Lord, 
ro  fear  his  name,  and  keep  his  word ; 


424  HYMNS. 

To  lead  my  feet  in  paths  of  truth, 

And  guide  and  guard  my  wandering  youth. 

4  Then  shouldst  thou  grant  a  length  of  days, 
My  life  shall  still  proclaim  thy  praise ; 
Or  early  death  my  soul  convey 
To  realms  of  everlasting  day. 

390  H  M 

U/^syJ*  Renouncing  the  World. 

1  COME,  my  fond  fluttering  heart ! 

Come,  struggle  to  be  free  ; 
Thou  and  the  world  must  part, 

However  hard  it  be  : 
My  trembling  spirit  owns  it  just. 
But  cleaves  yet  closer  to  the  dust. 

2  Ye  tempting  sweets  !  forbear; 

Ye  dearest  idols  !  fall ; 
My  love  ye  must  not  share, 

Jesus  shall  have  it  all : 
'T  is  bitter  pain, — 't  is  cruel  smart, — 
But,  ah  !  thou  must  consent,  my  heart ! 

3  Ye  fair  enchanting  throng  ! 

Ye  golden  dreams  !  farewell ! 
Earth  has  prevailed  too  long, 

And  now  I  break  the  spell : 
Farewell,  ye  joys  of  early  years  ! — 
Jesus  !  forgive  these  parting  tears. 

4  In  Gilead  there  is  balm, 

A  kind  Physician  there, 
My  fevered  mind  to  calm, 

And  bid  me  not  despair  : 
Aid  me,  dear  Saviour  !  set  me  free  ; 
My  all  I  would  resign  to  thee. 

5  Oh  !  may  I  feel  thy  worth, 

And  let  no  idol  dare, — 
No  vanity  of  earth, 

With  thee,  my  Lord  !  compare  : 
Now  bid  all  worldly  joys  depart, 
And  reign  supremely  in  my  heart 


CHRISTIAN.  425 


CHRISTIAN. 


321 


Rejoicing  in  Jesus. 

1  NOW  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name ; 

Ye,  who  his  salvation  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye,  who  see  the  Father's  grace 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise,  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  souls  !  dry  up  your  tears; 
Banish  all  your  sinful  fears ; 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, — 
Cancelled  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Welcome  all,  by  sin  oppressed, — 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest ! 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, — 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

5  Hither,  then,  your  music  bring ; 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  string  ; 
Mortals  !  join  the  hosts  above^— 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 

6  When  his  Spirit  leads  us  home, 
When  we  to  his  glory  come, 
We  shall  all  the  fulness  prove 
Of  the  Lord's  redeeming  love* 

8s  and  7s. 
Joyful  Hope. 

KNOW,  my  soul !  thy  full  salvation, 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear  and  care, 
Joy  to  find,  in  every  station, 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear  : 
Think,  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee; 

Think,  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine; 
Think,  what  Jesus  did  to  win  thee ; — 

Child  of  heaven  !  canst  thou  repine2 
36* 


426  HYMNS. 

2  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  with  faith,  and  winged  with  prayer; 
Heaven's  eternal  day  's  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there : 
Soon  shall  close  thine  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim-days  ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, — 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise- 


323 


s.  M. 
Salvation  by  Grace. 

1  GRACE  ! — 't  is  a  charming  sound,— 

Harmonious  to  the  ear  ; 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  the  way 

To  save  rebellious  man  ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road  ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stoner 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

O/C^dtt.  Filial  Obedience. 

1  GRACE,  like  an  uncorrupted  seedr 

Abides  and  reigns  within  ; 
Immortal  principles  forbid 
The  sons  of  God  to  sin. 

2  Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  slave, 

Do  they  perform  his  will ; 
But,  with  the  noblest  powers  they  have, 
His  sweet  commands  fulfill. 

3  They  find  access,  at  every  hour, 

To  God,  within  the  veil ; 
Hence  they  derive  a  quickening  power, 
And  joys  that  never  fail. 


325. 


CHRISTIAN.  427 

4  Oh  !  happy  souls  ! — Oh  !  glorious  state 

Of  overflowing  grace, — 
To  dwell  so  near  their  Father's  seat, 
And  see  his  lovely  face. 

5  Lord  !  I  address  thy  heavenly  throne ; 

Call  me  a  child  of  thine  ; 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 

6  There  shed  thy  choicest  love  abroad, 

And  make  my  comforts  strong  ; 
Then  shall  I  say,—"  My  Father,  God  1* 
With  an  unwavering  tongue. 

c.  M. 

Faith  encouraged  by  ancient  Examples. 

1  RISE,  O  my  soul !  pursue  the  path, 

By  ancient  worthies  trod ; 
Aspiring,  view  those  holy  men, 
Who  lived  and  walked  with  God. 

2  Though  dead,  they  speak  in  reason's  ear, 

And  in  example  live  ; 
Their  faith,  and  hope,  and  mighty  deeds, 
Still  fresh  instruction  give. 

3  T  was  through  the  Lamb's  most  precious  bloody 

They  conquered  every  foe  ; 
And  to  his  power  and  matchless  grace, 
Their  crowns  of  life  they  owe. 

4  Lord  !  may  I  ever  keep  in  view 

The  patterns  thou  hast  given  ; 

And  ne'er  forsake  the  blessed  road, 

That  led  them  safe  to  heaven. 


326. 


Salvation  through  Christ. 

NOW,  to  the  power  of  God  supreme 

Be  everlasting  honors  given  ; 
He  saves  from  hell, — we  bless  his  name, — 

He  calls  our  wandering  feet  to  heaven. 

Not  for  our  duties,  or  deserts, 
But  of  his  own  abounding  grace, 

He  works  salvation  in  our  hearts, 
And  forms  a  people  for  his  praise. 


428  HYMNS. 

3  'T  was  his  own  purpose  that  begun 

To  rescue  rebels,  doomed  to  die  ; 

He  gave  us  grace  in  Christ,  his  Son, 

Before  he  spread  the  starry  sky. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  appears  at  last, 

And  makes  his  Father's  counsels  known 
Declares  the  great  transaction  past, 
And  brings  immortal  blessings  down. 

5  He  dies, — and,  in  that  dreadful  night, 

Did  all  the  powers  of  hell  destroy  ; 
Rising — he  brought  our  heaven  to  light, 
And  took  possession  of  the  joy. 

O97  CM. 

*->&  i  •  The  Hope  of  Heaven. 

1  WHEN  I  can  read  my  title,  clear, 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hell's  fierce  darts  be  hurled : 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all ; — 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul, 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest ; 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll, 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


7s  and  6s.  Peculiar. 
Pilgrim's  Song. 


328. 

1  RISE,  my  soul !  and  stretch  thy  wings. 

Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Toward  heaven,  thy  native  place: 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay, 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 
Rise,  my  soul !  and  ha.ste  away, 

To  seats  prepared  above. 


CHRISTIAN 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course  ; 
Fire  ascending  seeks  the  sun, — 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source  ; 
So  a  soul,  that 's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face ; 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims  !  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  the  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies : 
Yet  a  season, — and  you  know, 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given  ; 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 

qOQ  CM. 

*JAJ  *J  •  Salvation  by  Grace. 

1  LORD  !  we  confess  our  numerous  faults ; 

How  great  our  guilt  has  been  ! 
Foolish  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts, 
And  all  our  lives  were  sin. 

2  But,  O  my  soul !  for  ever  praise, 

For  ever  love  his  name, 
Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dangerous  ways 
Of  folly,  sin,  and  shame. 

3  'T  is  not  by  works  of  righteousness 

Which  our  own  hands  have  done ; 
But  we  are  saved  by  sovereign  grace, 
Abounding  through  his  Son 

4  'T  is  from  the  mercy  of  our  God, 

That  all  our  hopes  begin ; 
"Iiis  by  the  water,  and  the  blood, 
Our  souls  are  washed  from  sin. 

5  'T  is  through  the  purchase  of  his  death 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree, 
The  Spirit  is  sent  down,  to  breathe 
On  such  dry  bones  as  we. 

6  Raised  from  the  dead,  we  live  anew  ; 

And,  justified  by  grace, 
We  shall  appear  in  glory  too, 
And  see  our  Father's  face. 


430  HYMNS. 

tJU\J»  Heavenly  Joy  on  Earth 

1  COME,  ye  who  love  the  Lord ! 

And  let  your  joys  be  known : 
Join  in  a  song  of  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing, 

Who  never  knew  our  God  ; 
But  children  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

3  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below  : 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow 

4  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

5  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
We  're  marching  through  ImmanuePs  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 


331 


CM. 
Redemption  and  Protection. 

ARISE,  my  soul !  my  joyful  powers ! 

And  triumph  in  my  God  ; 
Awake,  my  voice  !  and  loud  proclaim 

His  glorious  grace  abroad. 

He  raised  me  from  the  deeps  of  sin, — 
The  opening  gates  of  hell ; 

And  fixed  my  standing  more  secure, 
That  't  was  before  I  fell. 

The  arms  of  everlasting  love, 
Beneath  my  soul  he  placed ; 

And  on  the  rock  of  ages  set 
My  slippery  footsteps  fast. 

The  city  of  my  blest  abode 
Is  walled  around  with  grace  , 

Salvation  for  a  bulwark  stands, 
To  shield  the  sacred  place. 


CHRISTIAN.  431 

5  Arise,  my  soul !  awake,  my  voice  ! 
And  tunes  of  pleasure  sing  ; 
Loud  hallelujahs  shall  address 
My  Saviour  and  my  King. 

vW/Vi  Pleasures  unseen. 

1  OH !  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly, 

Above  these  gloomy  shades. 
To  those  bright  worlds,  beyond  the  sky, 
Which  sorrow  ne'er  invades  ! — 

2  There,  joys,  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 

Or  reason's  feeble  ray, 
In  ever-blooming  prospects  rise, 
Unconscious  of  decay. 

3  Lord  !  send  a  beam  of  light  divine, 

To  guide  our  upward  aim  ; 
With  one  reviving  touch  of  thine, 
Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

4  Oh  !  then,  on  faith's  sublimest  wing, 
Our  ardent  hope  shall  rise 

To  those  bright  scenes,  where  pleasures  spring 
Immortal,  in  the  skies. 

3QQ  CM. 

O  O  •  Tlie  Robe  of  Righteousness. 

1  AWAKE,  my  heart !  arise,  my  tongue ! 

Prepare  a  tuneful  voice  ; 
In  God,  the  life  of  all  my  joys, 
Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 

2  'T  is  he  adorned  my  naked  soul, 

And  made  salvation  mine  ; 
Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm, 
He  makes  his  graces  shine. 

3  And,  lest  the  shadow  of  a  spot 

Should  on  my  soul  be  found, 
He  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrought, 
And  cast  it  all  around. 

4  How  far  the  heavenly  robe  exceeds 

What  earthly  princes  wear ! 
These  ornaments — how  bright  they  shine  I 
How  white  the  garments  are  I 


132  HYMNS. 

5  Strangely,  my  soul !  art  thou  arrayed 
By  the  great  sacred  Three  ! 
In  sweetest  harmony  of  praise, 
Let  all  thy  powers  agree. 


334 


L.  M. 
The  Christian  Race. 


1  AWAKE,  our  souls  !  away,  our  fears ! 

Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone  ; 
'  Awake — and  run  the  heavenly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True, — 't  is  a    strait   and  thorny  road, 

And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint  \ 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

Who  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint  ;- 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  power 

Is  ever  new,  and  ever  young, 
And  firm  endures  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 

Our  souls  shall  drink  a  foil  supply ; 
While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength, 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 

We  '11  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode  ; 

On  wings  of  love,  our  souls  shall  fly, 

Nor  tire  amid  the  heavenly  road. 

C.  M. 

The  Christian  Race. 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul !  stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigor  on  ; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  'T  is  God's  all-animating  voice, 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 
?T  is  he,  whose  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

3  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey  ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 


335 


CHRISTIAN.  43B 

4  Blest  Saviour !  introduced  by  thee, 
Our  race  have  we  begun  : 
And,  crowned  with  vict'ry,  at  thy  feet. 
We  '11  lay  our  trophies  down. 

fJtJyJt  Rejoicing  in  Hope. 

1  CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King  ! 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing ; 

Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Shout,  ye  little  flock  !  and  blest ; 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest ; 
There,  your  seat  is  now  prepared, — 
There,  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren  !  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 

5  Lord  !  submissive  make  us  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

i^rv  L.  M. 

'Oio  The  Christian  Warfare. 

1  STAND  up,  my  soul !  shake  off  thy  fears, 
And  gird  the  gospel-armor  on  ; 

March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 

Where  Jesus,  thy  great  Captain  's  gonu. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course, — 
But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes ; 

Thy  Jesus  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph,  when  he  rose. 

3  Then,  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 
Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate  ; 

There,  peace  and  joy  et<  rnal  reign, 

And  glittering  robes  (  r  conquerors  war 
37 


434  HYMNS. 

4  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace  ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  leader's  praise. 


338 


CM. 

Holy  Love. 

1  HAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 

Where  love  inspires  the  ureast ; 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 
And  strengthens  all  the  rest. 

2  Knowledge,— alas  !  't  is  all  in  vain, 

And  all  in  vain  our  fear  ; 
Our  stubborn  sins  will  fight  and  reign, 
If  love  be  absent  there. 

3  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings, 

When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease  ; 
'T  is  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings, 
In  the  sweet  realms  of  bliss. 

4  Before  we  quite  forsake  our  clay, 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away 
To  see  our  smiling  God. 


339. 


L.  M. 
Love  to  God  and  Man. 

1  HAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use,— 
If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found 
Like  tinkling  brass— an  empty  sound. 

Were  I  inspired  to  preach,  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heaven  and  hell,— 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still— I  am  nothing  without  love. 

Should  I  distribute  all  my  store 

To  feed  the  hungry— clothe  the  poor; 

Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 

To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name  ;  — 

If  love  to  God,  and  love  to  men, 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain : 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfill. 


CHRISTIAN.  435 

ij^tiKJt  Wlio  on  earth  are  blessed. 

1  BLEST  are  the  humble  souls,  that  see 
Their  emptiness  and  poverty  ; 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  given, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 

ii  Blest  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart ; 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows — 
A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 

3  Blest  are  the  meek,  who  stand  afar 
From  rage  and  passion,  noise  and  war  ; 
God  will  secure  their  happy  state, 
And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls,  that  thirst  for  grace,— 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness  ; 
They  shall  be  well-supplied,  and  fed, 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 


L.  M. 
Who  on  earth  are  blessed. 


341. 

1  BLEST  are  the  men,  whose  hearts  do  move 
And  melt  with  sympathy  and  love ; 

From  Christ,  the  Lord,  shall  they  obtain 
Like  sympathy  and  love  again. 

2  Blest  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  power  of  sin  ; 

With  endless  pleasure,  they  shall  see 
A  God  of  spotless  purity. 

3  Blest  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 

Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  strife ; 
They  shall  be  called  the  heirs  of  bliss,— 
The  sons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 

4  Blest  are  the  sufferers,  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  shame,  for  Jesus'  sake  ; 
Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, — 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward. 


342 


CM. 

Brotherly  Love. 

1  HOW  sweet  and  heavenly  is  the  sight, 
When  those  who  love  the  Lord 


343 


56  HYMNS. 

In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  so  fulfill  his  word ! 

2  Oh  !  may  we  feel  each  brother's  sigh, 
And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 

May  sorrows  flow  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart. 

3  Let  love,  in  one  delightful  stream, 
Through  every  bosom  flow ; 

Let  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
In  every  action,  glow. 

4  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 
The  happy  souls  above  ; 

And  he  's  an  heir  of  heaven  who  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

7s. 
Christian  Union  and  Love. 

1  JESUS,  Lord !  we  look  to  thee, 
Let  us  in  thy  name  agree ; 

Show  thyself  the  Prince  of  peace, 
Bid  all  strife  for  ever  cease. 

2  Make  us  one  in  heart  and  mind, 
Courteous,  pitiful,  and  kind, 
Lowly,  meek,  in  thought  and  word, 
Wholly  like  our  blessed  Lord. 

3  Let  us  each  for  others  care, 
Each  his  brother's  burden  bear, 
To  thy  church  a  pattern  give, 
Showing  how  believers  live. 

4  Let  us,  then,  with  joy,  remove 
To  thy  family  above ; 

On  the  wings  of  angels  fly, — 
Showing  how  believers  die. 

iJHti^t9  Christian  Union. 

1  BLEST  be  the  tie,  that  binds 

Our  hearts,  in  chrislian  love  ; 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne, 

We  pour  cur  ardent  prayers ; 


CHRISTIAN.  437 

Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, — 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear  ; 
And  often,  for  each  other,  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage,  by  the  way ; 
While  each,  in  expectation,  lives, 
And  long  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

And  sin,  we  shall  be  free ; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign, 
Through  all  eternity. 

OAK  SM- 

U^-HO  .  All,  one  in  Christ. 

1  LET  party-names  no  more 

The  christian  world  o'erspread  : 
Gentile  .*  ~\d  Jew,  and  bond  and  free, 
Are  one,  in  Christ,  their  head. 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earth, 

Let  mutual  love  abound  ; — 
Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 
With  mutual  blessings  crowned. 

3  Thus  will  the  church  below 

Resemble  that  above ; 
Where  streams  of  endless  pleasure  ilow, 
And  every  heart  is  love. 


346 


7s. 
Parting  of  Christians. 

1  FOR  a  season  called  to  part, 

Let  us  now  ourselves  commend, 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
Of  our  ever-present  friend. 

2  Jesus  !  hear  our  humble  prayer  ; 

Tender  shepherd  of  thy  sheep  ! 
37*  ' 


438  HYMNS. 

Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

3  In  thy  strength,  may  we  be  strong ; 

Sweeten  every  cross  and  pain  ; 
Grant,  that,  if  we  live,  ere-long 
We  may  meet  in  peace  again. 

4  Then,  if  thou  thy  help  afford, 

Joyful  songs  to  thee  shall  rise, 
And  our  souls  shall  praise  the  Lord, 
Who  regards  our  humble  cries. 

3/17  CM' 

eJ^tl  I  •  Love  to  our  Neighbor. 

1  FATHER  of  mercies!  send  thy  grace. 

All-powerful  from  above, 
To  form,  in  our  obedient  souls, 
The  image  of  thy  love. 

2  Oh  !  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 

That  generous  pleasure  know, 
Kindly  to  share  in  others'  joy, 
And  weep  for  others'  wo. 

3  When  the  most  helpless  sons  of  grief, 

In  low  distress,  are  laid, 
Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel* 
And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 

4  So  Jesus  looked  on  dying  men, 

When  throned  above  the  skies  'r 
And  mid  th'  embraces  of  thy  love, 
He  felt  compassion  rise. 

5  On  wings  of  love  the  Saviour  flew, 

To  raise  us  from  the  ground  ; 
And  gave  his  own  most  precious  blood, 
A  balm  for  every  wound. 

Q/l  Q  c-  M 

l/TJOt  Compassion  and  Charity. 

1  BLEST  is  the  man,  whose  softening  heart 

Feels  all  another's  pain  ; 
To  whom  th,j  supplicating  eye 
Is  never  raised  in  vain  ; — 

2  Whose  breast  expands  with  generous  warmtlv| 

A  brother's  woes  to  feel, 


CHRISTIAN.  439 

And  bleeds  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 

3  He  spreads  his  kind  supporting  arms 

To  every  child  of  grief ; 
His  secret  bounty  largely  flows, 
And  brings  unasked  relief. 

4  To  gentle  offices  of  love, 

His  feet  are  never  slow  ; 
He  views,  through  mercy's  melting  eye, 
A  brother  in  a  foe. 

5  He,  from  the  bosom  of  his  God, 

Shall  present  peace  receive  ; 
And,  when  he  kneels  before  the  throne, 
His  trembling  soul  shall  live. 


CM. 

For  benevolent  Societies. 


349. 

1  BRIGHT  Source  of  everlasting  love  ! 

To  thee  our  souls  we  raise ; 
And  to  thy  sovereign  bounty  rear 
A  monument  of  praise. 

2  Thy  mercy  gilds  the  path  of  life, 

With  every  cheering  ray  : 
Kindly  restrains  the  rising  tear, 
Or  wipes  that  tear  away. 

3  When  sunk  in  guilt,  our  souls  approached 

The  borders  of  despair, 
Thy  grace,  through  Jesus'  blood,  proclaimed 
A  free  salvation  near. 

4  What  shall  we  render,  bounteous  Lord  ! 

For  all  the  grace  we  see  1 
Alas  !  the  goodness,  worms  can  yield, 
Extendeth  not  to  thee. 

5  To  tents  of  wo,  to  beds  of  pain, 

Our  cheerful  feet  repair  ; 
And,  with  the  gifts  thy  hand  bestows, 
Relieve  the  mourners  there. 

(?  The  widow's  heart  shall  sing  for  joy, 
The  orphan  shall  be  fed  ; 
The  hungering  soul,  we  '11  gladly  point 
To  Christ,  the  living  bread. 


440  HYMNS. 


350 


C.  M. 

Charitable  Appropriations. 

1  JESUS,  our  Lord  !  how  rich  thy  grace ! 

Thy  bounties — how  complete  ! 
How  shall  we  count  the  wondrous  sum, 
Or  pay  the  mighty  debt  1 

2  High  on  a  throne  of  radiant  light, 

Dost  thou  exalted  shine  ; 
What  can  our  poverty  bestow, 
Since  all  the  world  is  thine. 

3  But  thou  hast  brethren  here  below, 

The  children  of  thy  grace, 
Whose  humble  names  thou  wilt  confess, 
Before  thy  Father's  face. 

*1  In  them  may'st  thou  be  clothed  and  fed, 
Be  visited  and  cheered  ; 
And,  in  their  accents  of  distress, 
The  Saviour's  voice  be  heard. 

5  Whate'er  our  willing  hands  can  give, 
Lord  !  at  thy  feet  we  lay  ; 
Grace  will  the  humble  gift  receive. 
And  grace  at  length  repay. 

*J  fJ  JL  •  Supports  of  Religion. 

1  WHEN  gloomy  doubts  and  fears 

The  trembling  heart  invade, 
And  all  the  face  of  nature  wears 
A  universal  shade  ; — 

2  Religion  can  assuage 

The  tempest  of  the  soul ; 
And  every  fear  gives  up  its  rage 
At  her  divine  control. 

3  Through  life's  bewildered  way, 

Her  hand  unerring  leads: 
And  o'er  the  path,  her  heavenly  ray 
A  cheering  lustre  sheds. 

4  When  reason,  tired  and  blind, 

Sinks  helpless  and  afraid  ; 
Thou  blest  supporter  of  the  mind  ! 
How  powerful  is  thine  aid ! 


CHRISTIAN.  441 

5  Oh  !  let  me  feel  thy  power 
And  find  thy  sweet  relief, 
To  cheer  my  every  gloom)''  hour* 
And  calm  my  every  grief. 

^J  tJ&  •  Contrition  and  Prayer. 

1  OH  !  for  that  tenderness  of  heart, 

That  bows  before  the  Lord  ; 
That  owns  how  just  and  good  thou  art, 
And  trembles  at  thy  word. 

2  Oh  !  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears, 

Which  from  repentance  flow  ; 
That  sense  of  guilt,  which,  trembling,  fears 
The  long-suspended  blow ! 

3  Saviour  !  to  me,  in  pity  give, 

For  sin,  the  deep  distress  ; 
The  pledge  thou  wilt,  at  last,  receive, 
And  bid  me  die  in  peace. 

4  Oh  !  till  my  soul  with  faith  and  love, 

And  strength  to  do  thy  will ; 
Raise  my  desires  and  hopes  above, — 
Thyself  to  me  reveal. 

Q£\Q  8s,  7s  and  4. 

Ot/O.  Hope  encouraged. 

1  O  MY  soul !  what  means  this  sadness  T 

Wherefore  art  thou  thus  cast  down  1 
Let  thy  grief  be  turned  to  gladness, 

Bid  thy  restless  fear  begone  ; 
Look  to  Jesus, 

And  rejoice  in  his  dear  name. 

2  Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  thee, 

Though  thy  heart  is  stained  with  sin, 
Jesus  lives,  he  '11  ne'er  forget  thee, 

He  will  make  thee  pure  within  ; 
He  is  faithful 

To  perform  his  gracious  word. 

3  Though  distresses  now  attend  thee, 

And  thou  tread'st  the  thorny  road ; 
His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee  ; 

Soon  he  '11  bring  thee  home  to  God ; 
Thou  shalt  praise  him, — 

Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 


354 


442  HYMNS. 

4  Oh  !  that  I  could  low  adore  him, 
Like  the  heavenly  host  above, 

Who  for  ever  bow  before  him, 
And  unceasing  sing  his  love  ! 

Happy  spirits ! 

When  shall  I  your  chorus  join  1 

C.  M. 

Strength  from  Heaven. 

1  WHENCE  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arise  1 

And  where  's  our  courage  fled  ? 
Have  restless  sin,  and  raging  hell, 
Struck  all  our  comforts  dead ) 

2  Have  we  forgot  th'  almighty  name, 

That  formed  the  earth  and  seal 
And  can  an  all-creating  arm 
Grow  weary,  or  decay  ? 

3  Treasures  of  everlasting  might 

In  our  Jehovah  dwell  ; 
He  gives  the  conquest  to  the  weak, 
And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

4  Mere  mortal  powers  shall  fade  and  die, 

And  youthful  vigor  cease  ; 
But  we,  that  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
Shall  feel  our  strength  increase. 

5  The  saints  shall  mount  on  eagles'  wings 

And  taste  the  promised  bliss , 
Till  their  unwearied  feet  arrive, 
Where  perfect  pleasure  is. 

*JOO»  Spiritual  Desertion. 

1  WHERE  is  my  Saviour  now, 

Whose  smiles  I  once  possessed  1 
Till  he  return,  I  bow, 

By  heaviest  grief  oppressed  : 
My  "days  of  happiness  have  gone, 
And  I  am  left  to  weep  alone. 

2  Where  can  the  mourner  go, 

And  tell  his  tale  of  grief] 
Ah  !  who  can  soothe  his  wo, 
And  give  him  sweet  relief? 


356 


CHRISTIAN.  443 

Earth  Ccannot  heal  the  wounded  breast, 
Nor  give  the  troubled  sinner  rest. 

3  Jesus  !  thy  smiles  impart ; 

My  dearest  Lord  !  return, 
And  ease  my  wounded  heart, 

And  bid  me  cease  to  mourn : 
Then  shall  this  night  of  sorrow  flee, 
And  peace  and  heaven  be  found  in  thee. 

L.  M. 

Asking  divine  Consolation. 

1  SWEET  peace  of  conscience,  heavenly  guest 
Come,  fix  thy  mansion  in  my  breast, 
Dispel  my  doubts,  my  fears  control, 

And  heal  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 

2  Come,  smiling  hope  !  and  joy  sincere  ! 
Come,  make  your  constant  dwelling  here ; 
Still  let  your  presence  cheer  my  heart, 
Nor  sin  compel  you  to  depart. 

3  Thou  God  of  hope  and  peace  divine ! 
Oh  !  make  these  sacred  pleasures  mine ; 
Forgive  my  sins,  my  fears  remove, 
And  send  the  tokens  of  thy  love. 

4  Then  should  mine  eyes,  without  a  tear, 
See  death  with  ail  its  terrors  near ; 
My  heart  should  then  in  death  rejoice, 
And  raptures  tune  my  faltering  voice. 

*JZJ  I  •  Beatific  Vision  of  Christ. 

1  FROM  thee,  my  God  !  my  joys  shall  rise, 

And  run  eternal  rounds, 
Beyond  the  limits  of  the  skies, 
And  all  created  bounds. 

2  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  soul 

Shall  death  itself  out-brave, 
Leave  dull  mortality  behind, 
And  fly  beyond  the  grave. 

3  There,  where  my  blessed  Jesus  reigns, 

In  heaven's  unmeasured  space, 
I  '11  spend  a  long  eternity 
In  pleasure,  and  in  praise. 


358. 


<14  HYMNS. 

4  Blest  Jesus  !  every  smile  of  thine 

Shall  fresh  endearments  bring, 
And  thousand  tastes  of  new  delight 
From  all- thy  graces  spring. 

5  Haste,  mv  Beloved  I  fetch  my  soul 

Up  to  thy  blest  abode  ; 
Fly— for  my  spirit  longs  to  see 
My  Saviour,  and  my  God. 

c.  M. 
Heaven  on  Earth. 

1  WHILE  through  this  changing  world  we  roam, 

From  infancy  to  age,  _ 

Heaven  is  the  christian  pilgrim  s  home, 
His  rest  at  every  stage. 

2  Thither,  his  raptured  thought  ascends, 

Eternal  joys  to  share  ; 
There  his  adoring  spirit  bends, 
While  here,  he  kneels  in  prayer. 

3  From  earth  his  freed  affections  rise, 

To  fix  on  things  above, 
Where  all  his  hope  of  glory  lies,— 
Where  all  is  perfect  love. 

4  There  too  may  we  our  treasure  place, 

There  let  our  hearts  be  found  ; 
That  still,  where  sin  abounded,  grace 
May  more  and  more  abound. 

5  Henceforth,  our  conversation  be, 

With  Christ  before  the  throne  ; 
Ere  long  we,  eye  to  eye,  shall  see, 
And  know  as  we  are  known. 

J      a  C.  P.M. 

qOc/.  Worlrlliness  lamented. 

1  THE  mind  was  formed,  to  mount  sublime 
Beyond  the  narrow  bounds  of  time, 

To  everlasting  things ; 
But  earthly  vapors  dim  her  sight, 
And  hang,  with  cold  oppressive  weight, 

Upon  her  drooping  wings. 

2  Bright  scenes  of  bliss,— unclouded  skies, 
Invite  my  soul ;— Oh  !  could  I  rise, 

Nor  leave  a  thought  below, 


CHRISTIAN.  445 

I  'd  bid  farewell  to  anxious  care, 
And  say,  to  every  tempting  snare, — 
Heaven  calls,  and  I  must  go  : — 

Heaven  calls, — and  can  I  yet  delay  1 
Can  aught  on  earth  engage  my  stay? 

Ah  !  wretched  lingering  heart  ! 
Come,  Lord  !  with  strength,  and  life,  and  light. 
Assist  and  guide  my  upward  flight, 

And  bid  the  world  depart. 


360. 


Backsliders  invited  to  return. 


1  RETURN  to  the  guide  of  thy  youth,— 

Thy  Maker,  thy  Father,  thy  Friend ! 
Behold  him  prepared  to  receive 

The  child  who  has  dared  to  offend  : 
Return — the  Redeemer  invites  ; 

Full  oft  he  hath  sought  thee  before ; 
But,  lo  !  with  unspeakable  grace, 

He  deigns  to  entreat  thee  once  more. 

2  Return, — and  enjoyments  are  thine, 

Too  vast  for  the  heart  to  conceive  ; — 
Enjoyments  which  only  belong 

To  those  who  repent  and  believe  ; 
A  love  which  for  ever  expands  ; 

Unceasing  composure  of  heart; 
A  crown  of  unfading  delight; 

A  kingdom  which  cannot  depart. 

*J  \J  JL  •       God,  the  Author  of  Mercies  and  Afflictions: 

1  NAKED,  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 

And  rose  to  life  at  first, 
We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  the  dust. 

2  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 

And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  only  favors  borrowed  now, 
To  be  repaid  anon. 

3  'Tis  God,  who  lifts  our  comforts  high, 

Or  sinks  them  in  the  grave ; 
He  gives,  and — blessed  be  his  name  !— 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 
38 


446  HYMNS. 

4  Peace,  all  our  angry  passions  !  then ; 

Let  each  rebellious  sigh 
Be  silent,  at  his  sovereign  will, 
And  every  murmur  die. 

5  If  smiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 

Its  praises  shall  be  spread  ; 
And  we  '11  adore  the  justice  too, 
That  strikes  our  comforts  dead. 

Q£?Q  86  and  7s. 

0\)/C,  Eternity. 

1  IN  this  world  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Compassed  round  with  every  care, 
From  eternity  we  borrow 
Hope  that  banishes  despair. 

2  Thee,  triumphant  God  and  Saviour ! 

In  the  glass  of  faith  we  see, 
Oh  !  assist  each  faint  endeavor, 
Raise  our  earth-born  souls  to  thee. 

3  Bring  that  awful  scene,  before  us, 

Of  the  last  tremendous  day, 
When  to  life  thou  wilt  restore  us  ; — 
Lingering  ages  !  haste  away. 

4  Then  this  vile  and  sinful  nature 

Incorruption  shall  put  on  ; 
Life-renewing,  glorious  Saviour ! 
Let  thy  gracious  will  be  done. 

OOO.  Trust  in  God. 

1  YOUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints ! 

Down  from  the  willows  take  : 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  love  divine, 
Bid  every  string  awake. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 

We  are  not  far  from  home ; 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above, 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will,  to  the  end, 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine  ; 
Nor  present  things — nor  things  to  come 
Shall  quench  this  spark  divine. 


CHRISTIAN.  447 

4  When  we  in  darkness  walk, 

Nor  feel  the  heavenly  flame  ; 
Then  will  we  trust  our  gracious  God, 
And  rest  upon  his  name. 

5  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

Subside  at  his  control ; 
His  loving-kindness  shall  break  through 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

6  Blest  is  the  man,  O  God  ! 

That  stays  himself  on  thee  : — 
Who  waits  for  thy  salvation,  Lord ! 
Shall  thy  salvation  see. 


364. 


8s.  7s  and  4. 
The  Gladness  of  the  Righteou*. 


1  FAR  from  us  be  grief  and  sadness , 

Farther  still  unhallowed  mirth  : 
Zion's  sons  may  sing,  with  gladness, 

Theirs  are  joys  of  heavenly  birth  : 
~;sus  owns  them, — 

Jesus,  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth. 

2  All  the  worlding's  mirth  is  madness, 

All  his  labor  fruitless  toil : 
'T  is  the  saints  that  taste  of  gladness, 

Though  the  world  their  choice  revile  : 
Sweet  their  portion  : — 

Life  is  in  the  Saviour's  smile. 

&  Worlds  would  seem  as  nothing  to  us, 
Balanced  with  a  Saviour  s  love : 

Since  the  Lord  in  mercy  drew  us — 
Drew  our  souls  to  things  above, 

Earthly  objects 

Can  no  longer  greatly  move, 

4  Once  the  world  was  all  our  treasure ; 

Then  the  world  our  hearts  possessed ; 
Now  we  taste  sublimer  pleasure, 

Since  the  Lord  has  made  us  blest ; 
We  can  witness, — 

Jesus  gives  his  people  rest 


44?  HYMNS. 


365 


8s  and  73. 
Pilgrim. 

1  GENTLY,  Lord  !  Oh  !  gently  lead  us, 

Through  this  lonely  vale  of  tears  ; 
Through"  the  changes  thou  'st  decreed  us, 

Till  our  last  great  change  appears  : 
When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 

When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us, 

Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 

2  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, — 

Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear : 
And,  when  mortal  life  is  ended, 

Bid  us  on  thy  bosom  rest, 
Till, by  angel-bands  attended, 

We  awake  among  the  blest. 

3/? /I?  7s  and  6s.     Peculiar. 

UUt  Pleading  by  tlie  Cross. 

1  LAMB  of  God  !  whose  bleeding  love 

We  now  recall  to  mind  ; — 
Send  the  answer  from  above, 

And  let  us  mercy  find : 
Think  on  us  who  think  on  thee; 

Every  burdened  soul  release ; 
Oh !  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

2  Let  thy  blood,  by  faith  applied, 

The  sinner's  pardon  seal ; 
Speak  us  freely-justified, 

And  all  our  sickness  heal : 
By  thy  passion  on  the  tree, 

Let  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease; 
Oh  !  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

3  Can  we  ever  hence  depart 

Till  thou  our  wants  relieve  1 
Write  forgiveness  on  our  heart, 

And  all  thine  image  give  : 
Still  our  souls  shall  cry  to  thee, 

Till  renewed  by  holiness, — 
Oh !  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 


367 


CHRISTIAN.  449 

C.  M. 

Asking  Mercy  in  Affliction. 

1  O  THOU  whose  mercy  guides  my  way  ! 

Though  now  it  seems  severe, 
Forbid  my  unbelief  to  say 
There  is  no  mercy  here. 

2  Oh  !  grant  me  to  desire  the  pain 

That  comes  in  kindness  down, 
More  than  the  world's  alluring  gain 
Succeeded  by  a  frown. 

3  Then,  though  thou  bend  my  spirit  low, 

Love  only  shall  I  see ; 
The  very  hand,  that  strikes  the  blow, 
Was  wounded  once  for  me. 

oao  c.  m. 

0\JO»  Confidence  in  God's  Government. 

1  SINCE  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time 

God's  watchful  eye  surveys, 
Oh  !  who  so  wise  to  choose  our  lot, 
Or  to  appoint  our  ways  1 

2  Good,  when  he  gives — supremely  good; 

Nor  less,  when  he  denies  ; 
E'en  crosses,  from  his  sovereign  hand, 
Are  blessings  in  disguise. 

3  Why  should  we  doubt  a  Father's  love, 

So  constant  and  so  kind  1 
To  his  unerring  gracious  will 
Be  eveTy  wish  resigned. 

4  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  divine, 

My  God  1  inscribe  my  name  ; 

There  let  it  fill  some  humble  place 

Beneath  my  Lord,  the  Lamb  ! 

3f\Q  lls 

\J*J  •  Relying  ok  the  Promises. 

1  HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord ! 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  ! 
What  more  can  he  say,  than  to  you  he  hath  said  1— 
You,  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge* have  fled. 

2  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  Oh  !  be  not  dismayed, 
I — I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid ; 

I  '11  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to 

Upheld  bv  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand,  [stand, 

38* 


370 


450  HYMNS. 

3  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  cause  thee  to  go* 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  thee  o'erflow ; 

For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

4  When  thro'  fiery  trials  thy  path-way  shall  lie, 
My  grace  all-sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply  ; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee, — I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

5  E'en  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall  prove 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love ; 

And  when  hoary,  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still,  in  my  bosom,  be  borne. 

6  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  cannot,  desert  to  his  foes  ; 

That  soul,  tho'  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shake, 
I  '11  never, — no,  never,— no,  never  forsake. 

C.  M. 

Complaining  of  spiritual  Sloth. 

1  MY  drowsy  powers  !  why  sleep  ye  so  1 

Awake,  my  sluggish  soul ! 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing  's  half  so  dull. 

2  The  little  ants,  for  one  poor  grain, 

Labor,  and  tug,  and  strive ; 
Yet  we,  who  have  a  heaven  t'  obtain, — 
How  negligent  we  live  ! — 

3  We,  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands, 

And  stars  their  courses  move  ; — 
We,  for  whose  guard  the  angel-bands 
Come  flying  from  above  ; — 

4  We,  for  whom  God,  the  Son,  came  down, 

And  labored  for  our  good  ; — 

How  careless  to  secure  that  crown 

He  purchased  with  his  blood  ! 

5  Lord  !  shall  we  lie  so  sluggish  still, 

And  never  act  our  parts 1 
Come,  holy  Dove  !  from  th'  heavenly  hill, 
And  sit  and  warm  our  hearts.  , 

6  Then  shall  our  active  spirits  move, — 

Upward  our  souls  shall  rise: 
With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love, 
We  '11  fly  and  take  the  prize. 


CHRISTIAN  451 


371 


7s  and  6s. 
Desire  for  Heaven. 

1  FROM  every  earthly  pleasure, 

From  every  transient  joy, 
From  every  mortal  treasure 

That  soon  will  fade  and  die  ;— 
No  longer  these  desiring, 

Upward  our  wishes  tend, 
To  nobler  bliss  aspiring, 

And  joys  that  never  end. 

I  From  every  piercing  sorrow 

That  heaves  our  breast  to-day, 
Or  threatens  us  to-morrow, 

Hope  turns  our  eyes  away  ; 
On  wings  of  faith  ascending, 

We  see  the  land  of  light, 
And  feel  our  sorrows  ending, 

In  infinite  delight. 

II  'T  is  true  we  are  but  strangers 

And  pilgrims  here  below,. 
And  countless  snares  and  dangers 

Surround  the  path  we  go : 
Though  painful  and  distressing, 

Yet  there  's  a  rest  above ; 
And  onward  still  we  're  pressing, 

To  reach  that  land  of  love. 


372 


7s. 

In  Darkness. 

1  ONCE  I  thought  my  mountain  strong, 

Firmly  fixedr  no  more  to  move  ; 
Then  my  Saviour  was  my  song, 

Then  my  soul  was  filled  with  love : 
Those  were  happy,  golden  days, 
Sweetly  spent  in  prayer  and  praise. 

2  Little,  then,  myself  I  knew, 

Little  thought  of  Satan's  power ; 
Now  I  feel  my  sins  renew. 

Now  I  feel  the  stormy  hour  ; 
Sin  has  put  my  jo}^s  to  flight, — 
Sin  has  turned  my  day  to  night. 

3  Saviour  !  shine,  and  cY.or  my  soul, 

Bid  my  dying  hopes  i\  v  ive, 


452  HYMNS. 

Make  my  wounded  spirit  whole, 
Far  away,  the  tempter  drive  ; 
Speak  the  word  and  set  me  free- 
Let  me  live  alone  to  thee. 


373. 


L.  M. 

Inconstant  Heart  lamented. 


1  AH  !  wretched,  vile,  ungrateful  heart ! 
That  can  from  Jesus  thus  depart ; 
^^*        Thus,  fond  of  trifles,  vainly  rove, 
Forgetful  of  a  Saviour's  love. 


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2  In  vain  I  charge  my  thoughts  to  stay, 
And  chide  earth's  vanities  away: 
There  's  naught  beneath  a  power  divine, 
That  can  this  roving  heart  confine. 

4r     3  Jesus  !  to  thee  I  would  return, 

J-  And,  at  thy  feet  repenting,  mourn  : 

There  let  me  view  thy  pard'ning  love, 
^         And  never  from  thy  sight  remove. 

4  Oh  !  let  thy  love,  with  sweet  control, 
Bind  all  the  passions  of  my  soul ; 
Bid  every  earthly  charm  depart, 
And  dwell  for  ever  in  my  heart. 

OrjA  l.  M. 

tJ  i  t4«  Secret  Self-Examination. 

1  RETURN,  my  roving  heart !  return, 

And  chase  those  shadowy  forms  no  more 
Now  seek,  in  solitude,  to  mourn. 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

2  O  thou  great  God  !  whose  piercing  eye 

Distinctly  marks  each  deep  recess  ; — 
In  these  sequestered  hours  draw  nigh. 
And  with  thy  presence  fill  the  place. 

3  Through  all  the  windings  of  my  heart, 

My  search  let  heavenly  wisdom  guide, 
And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart, 
Till  all  be  cleansed  and  purified. 

4  Oh  !  with  the  visits  of  thy  love, 

Vouchsafe  my  inmost  soul  to  cheer; 
Till  every  grace  shall  join  to  prove, 
That  God  has  fixed  his  dwelling  here 


375 


CHRISTIAN.  153 

CM. 

The  Pilgrimage  of  the  Saints. 

1  LORD  !  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 

That  yields  us  no  supply, — 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholesome  trees, 
Nor  streams  of  living  joy  ! 

2  Long  nights  and  darkness  dwell  below, 

With  scarce  a  twinkling  ray  : 
But  the  bright  world,  to  which  we  go, 
Is  everlasting  day. 

3  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 

But  we  march  upward  still, — 
Forget  these  troubles  of  the  ways, 
And  reach  at  Zion's  hill. 

4  See  the  kind  angels,  at  the  gates, 

Inviting  us  to  come  ! 
There  Jesus,  the  forerunner,  waits 
To  welcome  travelers  home. 

5  There,  on  a  green  and  flowery  mount, 

Our  weary  souls  shall  sit, 
And,  with  transporting  joys,  recount 
The  labors  of  our  feet. 

6  Eternal  glory  to  the  King, 

Who  brought  us  safely  through, 
Our  tongues  shall  never  cease  to  sing, 
And  endless  praise  renew. 


376. 


C.  M. 
Filial  Submission. 


1  AND  can  my  heart  aspire  so  high, 

To  say—"  My  Father,  God  ]" 
Lord  !  at  thy  feet  I  fain  would  lie, 
And  learn  to  kiss  the  rod. 

2  I  would  submit  to  all  thy  will, 

For  thou  art  good  and  wise ; 
Let  each  rebellious  thought  be  still, 
Nor  one  faint  murmur  rise. 

3  Thy  love  can  cheer  the  darkest  gloom, 

And  bid  me  wait  serene  ; 
Till  hopes  and  joys  immortal  bloom, 
And  brighten  all  the  scene. 


454  HYMNS. 

4  "My  Father,  God!"  permit  my  heart 
To  plead  her  humble  claim, 
And  ask  the  bliss  those  words  impart, 
In  mv  Redeemer's  name. 


377 


C.  M. 
Unfru  itfulness. 

1  LONG  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound 

Of  thy  salvation,  Lord  ! 
But  still,  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word  I 

2  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 

And  hear  almost  in  vain  ; 
How  small  a  portion  of  thy  grace 
My  mem'ry  can  retain ! 

3  How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love  ! 

How  negligent  my  fear  ! 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above  ! 
How  few  affections  there  ! 

4  Great  God  !  thy  sovereign  power  impart, 

To  give  thy  word  success ; 
Write  thy  salvation  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 

5  Show  my  forgetful  feet  the  way, 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
There  knowledge  "grows  without  decay, 
And  love  shall  never  die. 


378 


S.  M. 

Ingratitude  to  divine  Goodness. 

IS  this  the  kind  return'! 

Are  these  the  thanks  we  owe  1 
Thus  to  abuse  eternal  love, 

Whence  all  our  blessings  flow  ! 

To  what  a  stubborn  frame 

Hath  sin  reduced  our  mind  ! 
What  strange,  rebellious  wretches  we, 

And  God  as  strangely  kind  ! 

Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God  ! 

And  mould  our  souls  afresh ; 
Break,  sovereign  grace  !  these  hearts  of  stone* 

And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 


CHRISTIAN.  455 

4  Let  past  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes  ; 
And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 
Let  hourly  thanks  arise. 

QT'Q  c M- 

•J  I  %J  •         Repentance  in  View  of  divine  Patience. 

1  AND  are  we,  wretches,  yet  alive  3 

And  do  we  yet  rebel  1 
'T  is  boundless — 't  is  amazing  love, — 
That  bears  us  up  from  hell ! 

2  The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt 

Would  sink  us  down  to  flames ; 
And  threatening  vengeance  rolls  above 
To  crush  our  feeble  frames. 

3  Almighty  goodness  cries — "  Forbear  1" — 

And  straight  the  thunder  stays  ; 
And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath, 
And  -weary  out  his  grace  ? 

4  Lord  !  we  have  long  abused  thy  love, — 

Too  long  indulged  our  sin  ; 
Our  aching  hearts  e'en  bleed  to  see 
What  rebels  we  have  been. 

5  No  more,  ye  lusts  !  shall  ye  command ; 

No  more  will  we  obey  : 
Stretch  put,  O  God  !  thy  conquering  hand, 
And  drive  thy  foes  away. 


380 


C.  M. 

Backslidings  and  Returns. 

1  WHY  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee. 

My  God  !  my  -chief  delight  1 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more,  by  day,- 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night ! 

2  Why  should  my  foolish  passions  rove  ? 

Where  can  such  sweetness  be, 
As  I  have  tasted  in  thy  love, — 
As  I  have  found  in  thee  ? 

3  When  my  forgetful  soul  renews 

The  savor  of  thy  grace, 
My  heart  presumes,  I  cannot  lose 
"The  relish  all  my  days. 


456  HYMNS. 

4  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  past, 

The  flattering  world  employs 
Some  sensual  bait,  to  seize  my  taste, 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

5  Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wander  thus, 

In  chase  of  false  delight ! 
Let  me  be  fastened  to  thy  cross, 
Rather  than  lose  thy  sight. 

6  Make  haste,  my  days  !  to  reach  the  goal, 

And  bring  my  heart  to  rest 
On  the  dear  centre  of  my  soul, — 
My  God,  my  Saviour's  breast. 

001  CM. 

OO  J.  •  Watchfulness  and  Prayer. 

1  ALAS  !  what  hourly  dangers  rise, 

What  snares  beset  my  way  ! 
To  heaven,  Oh  !  let  me  lift  mine  eyes, 
And,  hourly,  watch  and  pray. 

2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain, 

And  melt  in  flowing  tears  ! 
I  strive  against  my  foes  in  vain, — 
I  sink  amid  my  fears. 

3  O  Lord  !  increase  my  faith  and  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 

And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 

Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

4  Oh  !  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee  ; 
And  never,  never  let  me  stray 
From  happiness  and  thee. " 


382. 


Hardjiess  of  Heart  lamented. 

1  OH  !  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day, 
To  chase  the  shades  of  night  away; 
To  melt,  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  unrelenting  heart  of  mine. 

2  The  rocks  can  rend,  the  earth  can  quake, 
The  ocean  roar,  the  mountain  shake ; 
All  nature  feels,  and  gives  the  sign  ; 
But  not  this  stubborn  heart  of  mine. 


CHRISTIAN.  457 

3  Dear  Lord  !  the  sorrows,  thou  hast  felt, 
Might  cause  a  heart  of  stone  to  melt ; 
YeF,  I  can  read  each  sacred  line* 

And  nothing  melt  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  But  power  supreme  the  soul  can  move* 
And  purify,  and  melt  to  love ; 

Come,  Holy  Spirit  I  Power  divine  ! 
Oh  !  come,  subdue  this  heart  of  mine. 

OOOo  Dead  to  Sin  by  the  Cross  of  Christ. 

1  SHALL  we  go  on  to  sin, 

Because  thy  grace  abounds  1 
Or  crucify  the  Lord  again. 
And  open  all  his  wounds  ? 

2  Forbid  it,  mighty  God  ! 

Nor  let  it  e'er  be  said, 
That  we,  whose  sins  are  crucified, 
Should  raise  them  from  the  dead. 

3  We  will  be  slaves  no  more, 

Since  Christ  has  made  us  free, 
Has  nailed  our  tyrants  to  the  cross, 
And  bought  our  liberty. 


384 


L.  M. 

Faith,  our  Guide. 

'T  IS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come, 
We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night , 

Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies ; 

She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear ; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 

And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 
While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray; 

Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

So  Abr'am,  by  divine  command, 
Left  his  own  home  to  walk  with  God; 

His  faith  beheld  the  promised  land, 
And  fired  his  zeal  alciig  the  road. 
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458  •      HYMNS. 

OOX  c.  M. 

WvV  •  Faith  of  Tilings  unseen. 

1  FAITH  is  the  brightest  evidence 

Of  things  beyond  our  sight; 
Breaks  through  the  clouds  of  flesh  and  sense, 
And  dwells  in  heavenly  light. 

2  It  sets  times  past,  in  present  view, 

Brings  distant  prospects  home — 
Of  things  a  thousand  years  ago, 
Or  thousand  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith,  we  know  the  worlds  were  made 

By  God's  almighty  word  : 
Abr'am,  to  unknown  countries  led, 
By  faith,  obeyed  the  Lord. 

4  He  sought  a  city  fair  and  high, 

Built  by  th'  eternal  hands ; 
And  faith  assures  us,  though  we  die, 
That  heavenly  building  stands. 


386 


CM. 

The  Power  of  Faith. 

1  FAITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 

And  saves  me  from  its  snares ; 
Its  aid,  in  every  duty,  brings, 
And  softens  all  my  cares. 

2  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  power, 

The  healing  balm  to  give  ; 
That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
And  make  the  dying  live. 

3  Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 

Where  deathless  pleasures  reign ; 
And  bids  me  seek  my  portion  there, 
Nor  bids  me  seek  in  vain. 

4  It  shows  the  precious  promise,  sealed 

With  the  Redeemer's  blood ; 
And  helps  my  feeble  hope  to  rest 
Upon  a  faithful  God. 

5  There — there  unshaken  would  I  rest, 

Till  this  vile  body  dies  ; 
And  then,  on  faith's  triumphant  wings, 
To  endless  glory  rise. 


387 


CHRISTIAN.  459 

C.  M. 

Justification  ;  or,  Law  and  Grace. 

1  VAIN  are  the  hopes,  the  sons  of  men 

On  their  own  works  have  built ; — 
Their  hearts,  by  nature,  all  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions,  guilt. 

2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile. stop  their  mouths, 

Without  a  murm'ring  word  ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  stand 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  ask  God's  righteous  law 

To  justify  us  now ; 
Since  to  convince,  and  to  condemn, 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 

4  Jesus  !  how  glorious  is  thy  grace  ! — 

When  in  thy  name  we  trust, 
Our  faith  receives  a  righteousness 
That  makes  the  sinner  just. 

L.  M. 

■fhe  Value,  of  Christ  and  his  Righteousness. 

L  NO  more, — my  God  !  I  boast  no  more, 
Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done  ; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 

What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  loss ; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 

I  Yes, — and  I  must,  and  will,  esteem 
All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake ; 
Oh !  may  my  soul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteousness  partake. 

4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 

Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne  ; 
But  faith  can  answer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 

c.  M. 

Retirement. 

1  FAR  from  the  world,  O  Lord !  I  flee,— 
From  strife  and  tumult  far : 


388 


389 


460  HYMNS. 

From  scenes,  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  prayer  and  praise  agree ; 
And  seem,  by  thy  sweet  bounty,  made 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 

3  There,  if  thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 

And  grace  her  mean  abode, 
Oh  !  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
She  then  communes  with  God. 

4  There,  like  the  nightingale,  she  pours 

Her  solitary  lays ; 
Nor  asks  a  witness  of  her  song, 
Nor  thirsts  for  human  praise. 

5  Author  and  guardian  of  my  life, — 

Sweet  source  of  light  divine, — 
And — all  harmonious  names  in  one — 
Blest  Saviour  ! — thou  art  mine. 

6  What  thanks  I  owe  thee,  and  what  love 

And  praise,  an  endless  store, 
Shall  echo  through  the  realms  above, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 


390 


7s. 
Privileges  of  Adoption. 

1  BLESSED  are  the  sons  of  God ; 
They  are  bought  with  Jesus'  blood ; 
They  are  ransomed  from  the  grave  ;- 
Life  eternal  they  shall  have  : 

With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

2  They  are  justified  by  grace  ; 
They  enjoy  the  Saviour's  peace ; 
All  their  sins  are  washed  away ; 
They  shall  stand  in  God's  great  day 
With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

3  They  produce  the  fruits  of  grace, 
In  the  works  of  righteousness ; 
They  are  harmless,  meek  and  mild 
Holy,  blameless,  undefiled : 


391 


CHRISTIAN.  461 

With  them  numbered  may  we  be 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 
4  They  are  lights  upon  the  earth, — 
Children  of  a  heavenly  birth, — 
One  with  God,  with  Jesus  one ; 
Glory  is  in  them  begun  : 
With  them  numbered  may  we  "be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity-, 

c.  M. 

Hope  of  Heaven  through  Christ. 

BLEST  be  the  everlasting  God. 

The  Father  of  our  Lord  ; 
Be  his  abounding  mercy  praised, — 

His  majesty  adored. 
When  from  the  dead  he  raised  his  Son, 

And  called  him  to  the  sky, 
He  gave  our  souls  a  lively  hope, 

That  they  should  never  die. 
What  though  our  inbred  sins  require 

Our  flesh  to  see  the  dust ; 
Yet,  as  the  Lord,  our  Saviour,  rose, 

So  all  his  followers  must. 
There  's  an  inheritance  divine, 

Reserved  against  that  day  ; ' 
'T  is  uncorrupted,  undefiled, 

And  cannot  waste  away. 
Saints,  by  the  power  of  God,  are  kept 

Till  the  salvation  come  ; 
We  walk  by  faith,  as  strangers  here, 

Till  Christ  shall  call  us  home. 

S.  M. 
Adoption. 

1  BEHOLD  !  what  wondrous  grace 

The  Father  has  bestowed, 

On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 

To  call  them  sons  of  God. 

2  'Tis  no  surprising  thing, 

That  we  should  be  unknown  ; 
The  Jewish  world  knew  not  their  king, — 
God's  everlasting  Son. 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made : 
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392 


462  HYMNS. 

But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  head. 

4  A  hope,  so  much  divine, 

May  trials  well  endure ; 
May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin, 
As  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  pure. 

5  If,  in  my  Father's  love, 

I  share  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit,  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie, 

Like  slaves,  beneath  the  throne  ; 
Our  faith  shall—"  Abba,  Father  '."—cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 


393. 


G.  M. 
The  Fearful  encouraged. 

1  YE  trembling  souls  !  dismiss  your  fears, 

Be  mercy  all  your  theme  ; 
Mercy — which,  like  a  river,  flows, 
In  one  perpetual  stream. 

2  Fear  not  the  powers  of  earth  and  hell ; — 

Those  powers  will  God  restrain  ; 
His  arm  shall  all  their  rage  repel, 
And  make  their  efforts  vain. 

3  Fear  not  the  want  of  outward  good  ; 

For  his  he  will  provide, 
Grant  them  supplies  of  daily  food, 
And  all  they  need  beside. 

4  Fear  not  that  he  will  e'er  forsake. 

Or  leave  his  work  undone  ; 
He 's  faithful  to  his  promises, 
And  faithful  to  his  Son. 

5  Fear  not  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 

Nor  death's  tremendous  sting; 
He  will,  from  endless  wrath,  preserve — 
To  endless  glory  bring. 


394 


CM. 

Saints  in  t/ie  Hands  of  Christ. 

FIRM  as  the  earth,  thy  gospel  stands, 
My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  trust ! 


395 


CHRISTIAN.  463 

If  I  am  found  in  Jesus'  hands, 
My  soul  can  ne'er  be  lost. 

2  His  honor  is  engaged  to  save 

The  meanest  of  his  sheep  ; 
All,  whom  his  heavenly  Father  gave, 
His  hands  securely  keep. 

3  Nor  death,  nor  hell  shall  e'er  remove 

His  fa v 'rites  from  his  breast ; 
In  the  dear  bosom  of  his  love, 
They  must  for  ever  rest. 

L.  M. 

Hope  in  the  Covenant. 

1  HOW  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove 

To  rend  my  soul  from  thee,  my  God  I 
But  everlasting  is  thy  love, 

And  Jesus  seals  it  with  his  blood. 

2  The  oath  and  promise  of  the  Lord 

Join  to  confirm  the  wondrous  grace ; 
Eternal  power  performs  the  word, 

And  fills  all  heaven  with  endless  praise. 

3  Amid  temptations,  sharp  and  long, 

My  soul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies ; 
Hope  is  my  anchor,  firm  and  strong, 
While  tempests  blow,  and  billows  rise. 

4  The  gospel  bears  my  spirit  up  ; 

A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope, 
In  oaths,  and  promises,  and  blood. 

O  tJ  O  •  Security  of  the  Saints. 

1  WHO  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  1 — 

'Tis  God,  who  justifies  their  souls  ; 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  stream, 
O'er  all  their  sins  divinely  rolls. 

2  Who  shall  adjudge  the  saints  to  hell  1 — 

'T  is  Christ,  who  suffered  in  their  stead, 
And,  the  salvation  to  fulfill, 

Behold  him,  rising  from  the  dead  ! 

3  He  lives  ! — he  lives,  and  reigns  above, 

For  ever  interceding  there  ; 


464  HYMNS. 

Who  shall  divide  us  from  his  love  ? — 
Or  what  shall  tempt  us  to  despair  T 
4  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 

Nor  powers  on  high,  nor  powers  below, 

Shall  cause  his  mercy  to  remove, 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Christ,  our  love 

3QJ-V  8s,  7s  and  4. 

%J  i  o  God,  the  Pilgrim's  Guide 

1  GUIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah  ! 

Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land; 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty ; 

Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand : 
Bread  of  heaven  ! 

Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open,  Lord  !  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  waters  flow ; 
Let  the  fiery  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  : 
Strong  deliverer ! 

Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside ; 
Death  of  death,  and  hell's  destruction ! 

Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  : 
Songs  of  praises — 

I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

C.  M. 

Joys  departed. 

1  SWEET  was  the  time,  when  first  I  felt 
The  Saviour's  pard'ning  blood, 

Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  revealed, 
His  praises  tuned  my  tongue  ; 

And,  when  the  evening-shade  prevailed, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  prayer,  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 
And  saw  his  glory  shine  ; 

And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  called  each  promise  mine. 

4  But  now,  when  evening-shade  prevails, 
My  soul  in  darkness  mourns ; 


398 


CHRISTIAN.  465 

And,  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

5  Rise,  Saviour  ! — help  me  to  prevail, 
And  make  my  soul  thy  care  ; 
I  know  thy  mercy  cannot  fail, — 
Let  me  that  mercy  share. 


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400 


-  C.  M. 
Seeking  God- 

OH  !  that  I  knew  the  secret  place, 
Where  I  might  find  my  God ; 

I  'd  spread  my  wants  before  his  face* 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

I  'd  tell  him  how  my  sins  arise, — 

What  sorrows  I  sustain  ; 
How  grace  decays,  and  comfort  dies, 

And  leave  my  heart  in  pain. 

He  knows  what  arguments  I  'd  take 

To  wrestle  with  my  God  ; 
I  'd  plead  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 

And  for  my  Saviour's  blood. 

My  God  will  pity  my  complaints, 
And  heal  my  broken  bones ; 

He  takes  the  meaning  of  his  saints,— 
The  language  of  their  groans. 

Arise,  my  soul  !  from  deep  distress, 

And  banish  every  fear  ; 
He  calls  thee,  to  his  throne  of  grace 

To  spread  thy  sorrows  there. 

c.  M. 

Walking  with  God. 

OH !  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame, — 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 
When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  I 

Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus,  and  his  word  1 

What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed ! 
How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still ! 


466  HYMNS. 

But  they  have  left  an  aching  void, 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove !  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, — 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, — 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


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ML 
Love  to  Christ. 


1  HARK  !  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord ; 
'T  is  thy  Saviour — hear  his  word ; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee, — 
"Say,  poor  sinner  !  lovest  thou  me] 

H  "I  delivered  thee,  when  bound, 

And,  when  bleeding,  healed  thy  wound; 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light 

3  "Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  towards  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  "Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above  ; 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath — 
Free  and  faithful — strong  as  death. 

5  "Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done  ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be ; — 
Say,  poor  sinner  !  lovest  thou  me  !" 

6  Lord  !  it  is  my  chief  complaint 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint , 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore, — 
Oh !  for  grace  to  love  thee  more. 


CHRISTIAN.  467 

L09  c  M 

V\J&,  Love  to  Christ. 

1  DO  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord  1 

Behold  my  heart,  and  see  ; 
And  turn  each  hateful  idol  out, 
That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Do  not  I  love  thee,  from  my  soul  1 

Then  let  me  nothing  love  : 
Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy 
Which  thou  dost  not  approve. 

3  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear  1 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  beat 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 

4  Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock, 

I  would  disdain  to  feed ! 
Hast  thou  a  foe,  before  whose  face, 
I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead  1 

5  Would  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its  blood 

In  honor  of  thy  name, 
And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
To  damp  th'  immortal  flame  ? 

6  Thou  knowest  I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord  ! 

But  Oh  !  I  long  to  soar, 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

A(\0  S.M. 

'x'V/tJt  Christian  Watchfulness. 

1  A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  giorify  ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky  : — 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfill, — 
Oh !  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live ; 
And  Oh  !  thy  servant,  Lord  !  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely, — 


408  HYMNS 

Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  for  ever  die. 

^»v/tcU  Seeking  a  Rest. 

1  WE  seek  a  rest  beyond  the  skies, 

In  everlasting  day ; 
Through  floods  and  flames  the  passage  lies, 
But  Jesus  guards  the  way. 

2  The  swelling  flood,  and  raging  flame, 

Hear  and  obey  his  word  ; 
Then  let  us  triumph  in  his  name, — 
Our  Saviour  is  the  Lord. 


405 


406 


C.  M.    Double. 
Si?iai  and  Zion. 

NOT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 

The  tempest,  fire,  and  smoke  ; — 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word, 

Which  God  on  Sinai  spoke  ; — 
But  we  are  come  to  Zion's  hill, 

The  city  of  our  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will 

And  spread  his  love  abroad. 
Behold  th'  innumerable  host 

Of  angels  clothed  in  light ! 
Behold  the  spirits  of  the  just, 

Whose  faith  is  turned  to  sight ! 
Behold  the  blest  assembly  there, 

Whose  names  are  writ  in  heaven  i 
And  God,  the  judge  of  all,  declares 

Their  every  sin  forgiven. 

The  saints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead, 

But  one  communion  make  ; 
All  join  in  Christ,  their  living  head, 

And  of  his  grace  partake : 
In  such  society  as  this 

My  weary  soul  would  rest : 
The  man  who  dwells  where  Jesus  is, 

Must  be  for  ever  blest. 

S.  M. 
The  vigilant  Servant. 

YE  servants  of  the  Lord  ! 
Each  in  his  office  wait ; 


CHRISTIAN.  469 

With  joy  obey  his  heavenly  word, 
And  watch  before  his  gate. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  flame  ; 
Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  his  sight, 
For  awful  is  his  name. 

3  Watch — *t  is  your  Lord's  command ; 

And  while  we  speak,  he  's  near : 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  his  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  Oh  !  happy  servant  he, 

In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 


407 


S.M- 

Watching  and  Praying. 

1  MY  soul !  be  on  thy  guard, 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 
And  hosts  of  sins  are  pressing  hard, 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  Oh  !  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray  ;— 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er ; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  vict'ry  won, 

Nor  lay  thine  armor  down  ; 
Thine  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 

A  OQ  c- M- 

fJuv/Oa  Desiring  the  Presence  of  God. 

1  HEAR,  gracious  God  !  my  humble  moan, 

To  thee  I  breathe  my  sighs  ; 
When  will  the  mournful  night  be  gone, 
And  when  my  joys  arise  ? 

2  My  God  !  Oh  !  could  I  make  the  claim, — 

My  Father  and  my  frien'i, — 
And  call  thee  mine,  by  every  name, 
On  which  thy  saints  depend  ; — 

3  By  every  name  of  power  and  love, 

I  would  thy  grace  entreat; 
Nor  should  my  humble  hopes  remove, 
Nor  leave  thy  mercy-seat. 
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470  HYMNS. 

4  Yet,  though  my  soul  in  darkness  mourns, 

Thy  word  is  all  my  stay  ; 
Here  I  would  rest  till  light  returns ; — 
Thy  presence  makes  my  day. 

5  Speak,  Lord  !  and  bid  celestial  peace 

Relieve  my  aching  heart ; 
Oh  !  smile  and  bid  my  sorrows  cease, 
And  all  the  gloom  depart. 

6  Then,  shall  my  drooping  spirit  rise 

And  bless  the  healing  rays  ; 
And  change  these  deep,  complaining  sighs 
To  songs  of  sacred  praise. 

A  OQ  c  M 

rk\J*J+  Submission. 

1  O  LORD  !  my  best  desires  fulfill, 

And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  will, 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command? 

Thy  love  forbids  my  fears  ; 
Why  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand, 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  1 

3  No, — let  me  rather  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize,  to  thee  ; 

Thou  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 

Nor  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

4  Thy  favor,  all  my  journey  through, 
Shall  be  rny  rich  supply 

thin) 


410 


What  more  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
Let  wisdom  still  deny, 
s.  M. 

Restoration  to  Health. 

KINDLY  the  Lord  appeared 

In  nature's  trying  hour; 
His  love  my  sinking  spirit  cheered ; — 

I  felt  his  strengthening  power. 

He  found  me  on  the  bed 

Of  languishing  and  pain  ; 
And  bade  me  lean  on  him  my  head, 

Nor  seek  his  aid  in  vain. 


411. 


CHRISTIAN.  47; 

I  saw  his  mighty  arm 

Stretched  o'er  the  rolling  wave  ; 
He  snatched  my  life  from  threatening  harm. 

And  showed  his  power  to  save. 
How,  then,  can  I  refuse 

The  glad  and  grateful  strain? 
The  Lord  my  wasted  strength  renews, 

And  makes  me  well  again. 
Oh  !  may  my  future  days 

My  gratitude  display ; 
Nor  speak  alone,  but  live  thy  praise, 

Through  each  revolving  day. 
c.  M. 
Sickness  and  Recovery. 

1  MY  God  !  thy  service  well  demands 

The  remnant  of  my  days  ; 
Why  was  this  fleeting  breath  renewed, 
But  to  renew  thy  praise  1 

2  Thine  arms  of  everlasting  love 

Did  this  weak  frame  sustain, 
When  life  was  hovering  o'er  the  grave, 
And  nature  sunk  with  pain. 

3  Calmly  I  bowed  my  fainting  head, 

On  thy  dear  faithful  breast ; 
Pleased  to  obey  my  Father's  call 
To  his  eternal  rest. 

4  Into  thy  hands,  my  Saviour-God ! 

Did  I  my  soul  resign, 
In  firm  reliance  on  that  truth 
Which  made  salvation  mine. 

5  Back  from  the  borders  of  the  grave, 

At  thy  command  I  come  ; 
Nor  will  I  ask  a  speedier  flight 
To  my  celestial  home. 

6  Where  thou  appointest  mine  abode, 

There  would  I  choose  to  be ; 
For,  in  thy  presence  death  is  life, 
And  earth  is  heaven  with  thee. 

412. 


The  Mind  that  was  in  Chritt. 

1  FATHER  of  eternal  grace! 
Glorify  thyself  in  me ; 


472  HYMNS. 

Meekly  beaming  in  my  face, 
May  the  world  thine  image  see. 

2  Happy  only  in  thy  love, 

Poor,  unfriended,  or  unknown; 
Fix  my  thoughts  on  things  above,— 
Stay  my  heart  on  thee" alone. 

3  Humble,  holy,  all-resigned 

To  thy  will : — thy  will  be  done  ! 
Give  me,  Lord !  the  perfect  mind 
Of  thy  well-beloved  Son. 

4  Counting  gain  and  glory  loss, 

May  I  tread  the  path  he  trod  ; 
Die  with  Jesus  on  the  cross, — 
Rise  with  him,  to  thee,  my  God  ! 

A1  3  L  * 

tp  JL  tJ  o  Holiness  and  Grace. 

1  SO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel,  we  profess  ; 

So  let  our  works  and,  virtues  shine. 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all-divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour-God  ; 
When  his  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
Whil§  we  expect  that  blessed  hope,— 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord  ; — 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

/LI  A  c'  M- 

TP  J-    j^»  Hope  in  Affliction. 

1  WHEN  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past, 

And  mourns  the  present  pain, 
How  sweet  to  think  of  peace  at  last, 
And  feel  that  death  is  gain  ! 

2  'T  is  not  Uat  murm'ring  thoughts  arise, 

And  dread  a  Father's  will ; 
'T  is  not  that  meek  submission  flies, 
And  would  not  suffer  still  ; — 

3  It  is  that  heaven-taught  faith  surveys 

The  path  to  realms  of  light, 
And  longs  her  eagle-plumes  to  raise, 
And  lose  herself  in  sight. 


CHRISTIAN.  473 

4  It  is  that  hope  with  ardor  glows 

To  see  him  face  to  face, 
Whose  dying  love  no  language  knows 
Sufficient  art  to  trace. 

5  It  is  that  harrassed  conscience  feels 

The  pangs  of  struggling  sin  ; 
Sees,  though  afar,  the  hand  that  heals 
And  ends  her  war  within. 

6  Oh  !  let  me  wing  my  hallowed  flight, 

From  earth-born  wo  and  care, 
And  soar  beyond  these  realms  of  night, 
My  Saviour's  bliss  to  share. 

'dp  X  tJ  •  Faith  struggling  in  Darkness. 

1  OH  !  let  my  trembling  soul  be  still, 

While  darkness  veils  the  sky  : 
And  wait  thy  wise,  thy  holy  will, 

Wrapt  yet  in  mystery  : 
I  cannot,  Lord  !  thy  purpose  see, 
But  all  is  well  since  ruled  by  thee. 

2  Thus  trusting  in  thy  love,  I  tread 

The  path  of  duty  on  : 
What  though  some  cherished  joys  are  fled: 

Some  flattering  dreams  are  gone! 
Yet  purer,  brighter  joys  remain  ; 
Why  should  my  spirit  then  complain  1 

*A*  JL  \)  •  Presence  of  God  in  Afflictions. 

1  THY  gracious  presence,  O  my  God  ! 

Can  soothe  my  inward  pains  : 

With  this,  beneath  affliction's  load, 

My  heart  no  more  complains. 

2  This  can  my  every  care  control, 

And  gild  each  scene  with  light ; 
This  is  the  sunshine  of  the  soul ; 
Without  it,  all  is  night. 

3  My  Lord  !  my  Life  !  Oh  !  cheer  my  heart, 

With  thy  reviving  ray  : 
Oh  !  bid  these  mournful  shades  depart, 
And  bring  the  dawn  of  day. 

4  Oh  !  happy  scenes  of  pure  delight, 

Where  thy  full  beams  arise  : 
40* 


474  HYMNS. 

Unclouded  beauty  to  the  sight, — 
Sweet  rapture  and  surprise  ! 

5  Lord  !  shall  these  breathings  of  my  heart 

Aspire,  in  vain,  to  thee  ! 
Confirm  my  hope,  that,  where  thou  art, 
I  shall  for  ever  be. 

6  Then  shall  my  cheerful  spirit  sing 

The  darkest  hours  away, 
And  rise,  on  faith's  expanding  wing, 
To  everlasting  day. 

L.  M. 

Submission  to  the  Will  of  God. 

1  WAIT,  O  my  soul !  thy  Maker's  will ; 
Tumultuous  passions  !  all  be  still ! 
Nor  let  a  murm'ring  thought  arise, — 
His  ways  are  just, — his  counsels  wise. 

2  He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells, 
Performs  his  work, — the  cause  conceals; 
But,  though  his  methods  are  unknown, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 

3  Wait  then,  my  soul !  submissive  wait, — 
Prostrate  before  his  awful  seat : 
Mid  all  the  terrors  of  his  rod, 
Still  trust  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 


417 


418 


C.  M. 
77ie  christian  Soldier. 

AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, — 

A  foll'wer  of  the  Lamb  I 
And  shall  T  fear  to  own  his  cause, 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  1 
Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  7 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ] 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 

To  help  me  on  to  God  1 
Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign  j 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ! 
I  ?11  bear  the  toil — endure  the  pain, — 

Supported  by  thy  word. 
Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 


419. 


CHRISTIAN.  475 

They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thine  armies  shine, 
In  robes  of  vict'ry,  through  the  skies, — 

The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

C.  M. 

Christian  Assurance. 

1    I  'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
Or  to  defend  his  cause  ; 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, — 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

'.  Jesus,  my  God  ! — I  know  his  name , 
His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne,  his  promise  stands, 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I  've  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name, 

Before  his  Father's  face, 
And,  in  the  New-Jerusalem, 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 


4,20. 


7s. 
The  three  Mounts. 


1  WHEN  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 
God  descend,  in  majesty, 

To  proclaim  his  holy  law, — 
All  my  spirit  sinks  with  awe. 

2  When  in  ecstacy  sublime, 
Tabor's  glorious  steep  I  climb 
At  the  too-transporting  light, 
Darkness  rushes  o'er  my  sight. 

3  When  on  Calvary  I  rest, 
God,  in  flesh  made  manifest, 
Shines  in  my  Redeemer's  face, 
Full  of  beauty,  truth,  and  grace. 

4  Here,  I  would  for  ever  stay, 
Weep  and  gaze  my  soul  away  4 


8s  and  7s. 
Hope  in  God  encouraged. 


476  HYMNS. 

Thou  art  heaven  on  earth  to  me, — 
Lovely,  mournful  Calvary ! 

421. 

1  WHY,  when  storms  around  you  gather, 

Should  your  trembling  spirit  sink  1 
Look  to  God,  your  heavenly  Father, 
And  of  his  sweet  promise  think. 

2  Fancy  will  be  often  painting 

Scenes,  in  dark  and  fearful  shade : 
Yet  why  should  thy  soul  be  fainting, 
Of  prospective  woes  afraid  1 

3  Cease  that  dark  anticipation  ! 

Still  let  love  and  faith  abound ; 
For  the  day  of  tribulation, 

Strength  sufficient  will  be  found. 

4  God  is  love,  and  will  not  leave  you, 

When  you  most  his  kindness  need , 
God  is  true — nor  can  deceive  you, — 
Though  your  faith  be  weak  indeed. 


422 


8s. 
The  Promise  of  God  sure. 

1  HOW  sweet  on  thy  bosom  to  rest, 

When  nature's  affliction  is  near  ! 
The  soul  that  can  trust  thee  is  blest, — 

Thy  smiles  bring  deliverance  from  fear ; 
The  Lord  has,  in  kindness,  declared, 

That  those  who  will  trust  in  his  name, 
Shall  in  the  sharp  conflict  be  spared, 

His  mercy  and  love  to  proclaim. 

2  This  promise  shall  be,  to  my  soul, 

A  messenger  sent  from  the  skies, — 
An  anchor  when  billows  shall  roll  — 

A  refuge  when  tempests  arise : 
O  Saviour  !  the  promise  fulfill, 

Its  comfort  impart  to  my  mind, 
Then  calmly  I  '11  bow  to  thy  will, — 

To  the  cup  of  affliction  resigned. 


CHRISTIAN. 

A93  CPM 

ff/C'  ts  •  Resignation. 

1  O  LORD  !  in  sorrow  I  resign, 

And  bow  to  that  dear  hand  of  thine, — 

While  yet  the  rod  appears ; 
That  hand  can  wipe  these  streaming  eyes, 
Or,  into  smiles  of  glad  surprise, 

Transform  these  falling  tears. 

2  My  sole  possession  is  thy  love  ; 

On  earth  beneath,  in  heaven  above, 

I  have  no  other  store  : 
And  though,  with  fervor,  now  I  pray 
And  importune  thee  night  and  day — 

I  cannot  ask  for  more. 


424. 


C.  L.  M. 

Submission  in  Trials. 


1  WHEN  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God, 

In  trial's  fearful  hour, — 
Bow  all  resigned  beneath  his  rod, 

And  bless  his  sparing  power  ;— 
A  joy  springs  up  amid  distress, — 
A  fountain  in  the  wilderness. 

2  Oh  !  to  be  brought  to  Jesus'  feet, 

Though  trials  fix  me  there, 
Is  still  a  privilege  most  sweet ; 

For  he  will  hear  rrv  prayer ; 
Though  sighs  and  teaisjits  language  be, 
The  Lord  is  nigh  to  answer  me. 

3  Then,  blessed  be  the  hand  that  gave, 

Still  blessed  when  it  takes ; 
Blessed  be  he  who  smites  to  save, 

Who  heals  the  heart  he  breaks : 
Perfect  and  true  are  all  his  ways, 
Whom  heaven  adores  and  death  obeys. 


425 


c.  M. 
Depending  on  Grace. 

1  AMAZING  grace  ! — how  sweet  the  sound. 
That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  ! 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, — 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 


478  HYMNS. 

2  'T  was  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed  ! 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come  ; 
'T  is  grace  hath  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  Yea — when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease ; 
I  shall  possess,  within  the  vail, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

5  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow, 

The  sun  forbear  to  shine ; 
But  God,  who  called  me  here  below, 
Will  be  for  ever  mine. 


426 


CM. 

Submission  in  Trials. 

MY  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy, 
Great  God  !  are  in  thy  hand ; 

My  choicest,  comforts  come  from  thee, 
And  go  at  thy  command. 

If  thou  should'st  take  them  all  away, 

Yet  would  I  not  repine  ; 
Before  they  were  possessed  by  me, 

They  were  entirely  thine/ 

Nor  would  I  drop  a  murm'ring  word, 
Though  the  whole  world  were  gone, 

But  seek  enduring  happiness, 
In  thee,  and  thee  alone. 


PRAYER, 


427 


CM. 
Habitual  Devotion. 

I  WHILE  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power  1 
Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled  ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  filled. 


PRAYER.  479 

9j  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed  ; 
To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar  ; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed, — 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 
Because  conferred  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour 

Thy  love  my  breast  shall  fill ; 
Resigned,  'when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

0  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see  ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear,— - 
That  heart  shall  rest  on  thee. 

TuiwQt  A  Blessing  humbly  requested. 

1  LORD  !  we  come  before  thee  now  ; 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow ; 

Oh  !  -do  not  our  suit  disdain  ; — 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord  !  in  vain  1 

2  Lord  !  on  thee  our  souls  depend, 
In  compassion,  now  descend  ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace  ; 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay ; 
Lord  !  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

4  Send  some  message,  from  thy  word 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford  ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 
Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

5  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn  ; 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 


480  HYMNS. 

Those,  who  are  cast  down,  lift  up  ; 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 

6  Grant,  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Thee,  a  God  supremely  kind  : 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free — 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 


429. 


L.  M. 

Forgiveness  sought. 


1  FORGIVE  us,  Lord  !  to  thee  we  cry, 

Forgive  us  through  thy  matchless  grace  ? 
On  thee  alone  our  souls  rely, 
Be  thou  our  strength  and  righteousness* 

2  Forgive  thou  us,  as  we  forgive 

The  ills  we  suffer  from  our  foes ; 

Restore  us,  Lord  !  and  bid  us  live ; 

Oh  !  let  us  in  thine  arms  repose. 

3  Forgive  us,  for  our  guilt  is  great, 

Our  wretched  souls  no  merit  claim  ; 
For  sovereign  mercy  still  we  wait, 
And  ask  but  in  the  Saviour's  name. 

4  Forgive  us, — O  thou  bleeding  Lamb  ! 

Thou  risen — thou  exalted  Lord  ! 
Thou  great  High-Priest !  our  souls  redeem, 
And  speak  the  pardon-sealing  word. 


430. 


C.  M. 

The  God  of  Bethel. 


1  O  GOD  of  Bethel !  by  whose  hand 

Thy  people  still  are  fed, 
Who,  through  this  weary  pilgrimage, 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led  : — 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers,  we  now  present, 

Before  thy  throne  of  grace  : 
God  of  our  fathers  !  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life, 

Our  wandering  footsteps  guide  ; 
Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 


PRAYER.  481 

4  Oh  !  spread  thy  covering  wings  around, 

Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 
And  at  our  Father's  loved  abode, 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 

5  Such  blessings,  from  thy  gracious  hand, 

Our  humble  prayers  implore  ; 
And  thou  shalt  be  our  chosen  God, — 
Our  portion  evermore. 


431 


7s. 
Christ's  Presence  invoked. 


1  LIGHT  of  life  !— seraphic  fire  !— 

Love  divine  ! — thyself  impart ; 
Every  fainting  soul  inspire  ; 
Shine  in  every  drooping  heart. 

2  Every  mourning  sinner  cheer ; 

Scatter  all  our  guilty  gloom  : 
Saviour — Son  of  God  !  appear  ; 
To  thy  living  temples  come. 

3  Come,  in  this  accepted  hour, 

Bring  thy  heavenly  kingdom  in  . 
Fill  us  with  thy  glorious  power — 
Rooting  out  the  love  of  sin. 

4  Nothing  more  can  we  require, 

We  will  covet  nothing  less  ; 
Re  thou  all  our  heart's  desire, — 
All  our  joy  and  all  our  peace. 

AOO  C.  M. 

rt  *->&  •  The  Nature  of  Prayer. 

1  PRAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Uttered  or  unexpressed ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, — 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try  ; — 
Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 
4L 


482  HYMNS. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air ; 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death,— 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways  ; 
While  angels,  in  their  songs,  rejoice, 
And  cry, — "  Behold  he  prays  !" 

6  O  Thou  !  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 

The  life,  the  truth,  the  way, — 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod  ;- 
Lord  !  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

/IQQ  71 

^a^JtJm  Sin  bewailed. 

1  COME,  my  soul !  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer  ; 

He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray  ; 
Rise,  and  ask  without  delay. 

2  With  my  burden  I  begin  ; — 
Lord!  remove  this  load  of  sin; 
Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

3  Lord !  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
There,  thy  sovereign  right  maintain, 
And,  without  a  rival,  reign. 

4  While  I  am  a  pilgrir.i  here, 
Let  thy  love  my  spi  it  cheer  ; 

Be  my  guide,  my  p  uard,  my  friend  ; — 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

5  Shew  me  what  7  have  to  do, 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew  ; 
Let  me  live  a  ?.ife  of  faith, 

Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 

HtitJ^tm  Prayer  for  needed  Grace. 

1  FATHER  !  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss, 
Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted,  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise : — 


PRAYER.  483 

2  "  Give  us  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  us  live  to  thee. 

3  "  Let  the  sweet  hope,  that  we  are  thine, 

Our  life  and  death  attend  ; 
Thy  presence  through  our  journey  shine, 
And  crown  our  journey's  end." 

jo;c  cm. 

WOO*  Seeking  God. 

1  AUTHOR  of  good  !  to  thee  we  turn  ; 

Thine  ever- wakeful  eye 
Alone  can  all  our  wants  discern, — 
Thy  hand  alone  supply. 

2  Oh  !  let  thy  love  within  us  dwell, 

Thy  fear  our  footsteps  guide  ; 
That  love  shall  vainer  loves  expel, — 
That  fear,  all  fears  beside. 

3  Not  what  we  wish — but  what  we  want, 

Let  mercy  still  supply  ; 
The  good  we  ask  not,  Father !  grant ; 
The  ill  we  ask — deny. 


436 


C.  M. 

Pr^jnrfor  Wisdom. 

ALMIGHTY  God  !  in  humble  prayer, 

To  thee  our  souls  we  lift ; 
Do  thou  our  waiting  minds  prepare 

For  thy  most  needful  gift. 

We  ask  not  golden  streams  of  wealth. 

Along  our  path  to  flow  ; 
We  ask  not  undecaying  health, 

Nor  length  of  years  below  : — 

We  ask  not  honors,  which  an  hour 

May  bring  and  take  away  ; 
We  ask  not  pleasure,  pomp,  and  power, 

Lest  we  should  go  astray  : — 

We  ask  for  wisdom  ; — Lord  !  impart 
The  knowledge  how  to  live  : 

A  wise  and  understanding  heart, 
To  all  thy  servants  give  ; — 


484  HYMNS. 

5  The  young — remember  thee  in  youth, 
Before  the  evil  days ! 
The  old — be  guided  by  thy  truth, 
In  wisdom's  pleasant  ways  ! 

A  Q7  c- M- 

*dbt>  I  •  Prayer  for  Sincerity. 

1  LORD  !  when  we  bend  before  thy  throne, 

And  our  confessions  pour, 
Oh  !  may  we  feel  the  sins  we  own, 
And  hate  what  we  deplore. 

2  Our  contrite  spirits  pitying  see ; — 

True  penitence  impart ; 
And  let  a  healing  ray,  from  thee, 
Beam  hope  on  every  heart. 

3  When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer, 

Oh  !  let  our  wills  resign  ; 
And  not  a  thought  our  bosom  share, 
Which  is  not  wholly  thine. 

4  Let  faith  each  meek  petition  fill, 

And  waft  it  to  the  skies ; 
And  teach  our  hearts — 't  is  goodness  still 
That  grants  it,  or  denies. 

A  QQ  s-  M- 

^±1 0  O  •  Christ  will  hear  Prayer. 

1  JESUS,  who  knows  full  well 

The  heart  of  every  saint, 
Invites  us,  all  our  griefs  to  tell, 
To  pray,  and  never  faint. 

2  He  bows  his  gracious  ear, — 

We  never  plead  in  vain  ; 
Then  let  us  wait  till  he  appear, 
And  pray,  and  pray  again. 

3  Jesus,  the  Lord,  will  hear 

His  chosen  when  they  cry  ; 
Yes,  though  he  may  a  while  forbeai, 
He  '11  help  them  from  on  high. 

4  Then  let  us  earnest  cry, 

And  never  faint  in  prayer , 
He  sees,  he  hears,  and,  from  on  high, 
Will  make  our  cause  his  care. 


439. 


FOR  SEAMEN.  485 

APPROPRIATE    FOR    SEAMEN. 

L.  M. 

God's  Dominion. 


1  GOD  of  the  seas  !  thine  awful,  voice 
Bids  all  the  rolling  waves  rejoice  ; 
And  one  soft  word  of  thy  command. 
Can  sink  them  silent  in  the  sand. 

2  If  but  a  Moses  wave  thy  rod, 
The  sea  divides,  and  owns  its  God, 
The  stormy  floods  their  Maker  know, 
And  let  his  chosen  armies  through. 

3  The  smallest  fish  that  swims  the  seas, 
Sportful,  to  thee  a  tribute  pays ; 
And  larger  monsters  of  the  deep, 

At  thy  command,  or  rage  or  sleep. 

4  Thus  is  thy  glorious  power  adored 
Among  the  watery  nations,  Lord ! 

Yet  men,  who  trace  the  dangerous  waves, 
Forget  the  mighty  God  who  saves. 


440. 


L.  M. 

Divine  Guidance. 


1  BESET  with  dangers,  and  with  fear, 
In  life's  uncertain  seal  steer  ; 
Saviour  divine  !  diffuse  thy  light ; 

O  Spirit,  guide  my  vessel  right. 

2  Engage  this  roving  treacherous  heart 
To  fix  on  Christ  the  better  part ; 

To  scorn  the  trifles  of  a  day, 

For  joys  that  none  can  take  away. 

3  Then  let  the  wildest  storms  arise  ; 
Let  tempest  mingle  earth  and  skies  ; 
No  fatal  shipwreck  shall  I  fear, 
But  all  my  treasures  with  me  bear. 

A  A  1  c-  M" 

^^±  JL  •  There  's  Hope  for  Thee. 

1  BLEST  be  that  voice,  now  heard  afar, 
O'er  the  dark,  rolling  sea, 
41* 


486  HYMNS. 

That  whispers  to  the  hardy  tar, 
"  Sailor,  there  's  hope  for  thee  V* 

2  Blest  be  that  pure,  that  Christian  love, 

That  boundless  charity, 
Which  bears  the  olive,  like  the  dove, 
Brave,  generous  tar,  to  thee. 

3  Blest  be  those  lips,  in  accents  mild, 

From  sordid  motives  free, 
That  first  proclaimed  to  Ocean's  child, 
u  Sailor,  there  's  hope  for  thee." 

4  Long  hast  thou  rode  the  foamy  wave, 

From  sin  nor  danger  free, 
Till  mercy  stretched  her  arm  to  save — 
To  save,  brave  sailor,  thee. 

5  God  of  the  just !  Oh,  lend  thine  ear, 

And  blessings  rich  decree 
On  those  who  spread  these  tidings  dear- 
"  Sailor,  there  's  hope  for  thee." 


442. 


C.   M. 

Traveller's  Psalm. 


1  HOW  are  thy  servants  bless'd,  O  Lord  ; 

How  sure  is  their  defence  ! 
Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide, 
Their  help  omnipotence. 

2  In  foreign  realms,  and  lands  remote, 

Supported  by  thy  care, 
Through  burning  climes  they  pass  unhurt, 
And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 

3  When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne 

High  on  the  broken  wave, 
They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear 
Nor  impotent  to  save. 

4  The  storm  i>  laid,  the  winds  retire, 

Obedient  to  thy  will ; 
The  sea,  that  roars  at  thy  command, 
At  thy  command  is  still. 


FOR  SEAMEN.  487 

5  In  midst  of  dangers,  fears,  and  deaths, 
Thy  goodness  we  '11  adore  ; 
We  '11  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 


443 


c.  H. 

Seamen  Singing.    . 

1  HOW  sweet  the  songs  of  Zion  sound 

When  seamen  tune  their  voice 
In  praise  to  him  who  reigns  on  high, 
And  bids  the  world  rejoice. 

2  These   tongues,  which   once   their   God  bias- 

Now  sound  his  praises  high  ;  [phemed  ; 

For  that  sweet  word  of  gospel  grace, 
Which  brings  a  Saviour  nigh. 

3  They  sing,  to  tell  how  God  has  given 

Deliverance  from  the  storm, 
And  brought  them  to  their  port  in  peace, 
By  his  almighty  arm. 

4  Tbey  sing,  to  tell  of  all  the  love 

Of  him  who  died  to  save  ; 
Who  now  in  glory  reigns  above, 
To  rescue  from  the  grave. 

5  Sing  on,  dear  seamen,  sing  and  tell 

Of  all  Emanuel's  love  ! 
And  may  you  rise  and  sit  on  high, 
And  reign  with  him  above. 

AAA  6SandSs. 

fiiWAL  Jesus,  the  Pilot. 

1  JESUS,  at  thy  command, 

I  launch  into  the  deep  ; 
And  leave  my  native  land. 

Where  sin  lulls  all  asleep  : 
For  thee  I  feign  would  all  resign, 
And  sail  to  heaven  with  thee  and  thine. 

2  Thou  art  my  Pilot  wise  ; 

My  compass  is  thy  word  ; 
My  soul  each  storm  defies. 

While  I  have  such  a  Lord ! 
I  trust  thy  faithfulness  and  power, 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 


HYMNS. 

Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep 

Through  all  my  passage  lie, 
Yet  thou  wilt  safely  keep, 
And  guide  me  with  thine  eye  ; 
My  anchor,  hope,  shall  firm  abide, 
And  I  each  boisterous  storm  outride. 
By  faith  I  see  the  land, 

The  port  of  endless  rest ; 
My  soul,  thy  sails  expand, 
And  fly  to  Jesus'  breast: 
Oh,  may  I  reach  the  heavenly  shore, 
Where  winds  and  waves  distress  no  more ! 
Whene'er  becalm'd  I  lie, 

And  storms  and  wind  subside; 
Lord  to  my  succor  fly, 

And  keep  me  near  thy  side : 
For  more  the  treacherous  calm  I  dread, 
Than  tempest  burning  o'er  my  head. 
Come,  heavenly  wind,  and  blow 

A  prosperous  gale  of  grace, 
To  waft  me  from  below, 

To  heaven  my  destined  place  : 
Then  in  full  sail,  my  port  I  '11  find, 
And  leave  the  world,  and  sin  behind. 

c.  M. 
Fur  Mariners. 

1  WHEN  o'er  the  mighty  deep  we  rode, 

By  winds  and  storms  assail'd: 
We  call'd  upon  the  ocean's  God, 
Whose  mercy  never  fail'd. 

2  The  raging  tempest  heard  thy  voice, 

The  winds  obey'd  thy  will ; 
The  elements  withheld  their  noise, 
And  all  the  floods  were  still. 

3  With  joy  we  hail'd  the  distant  shore, 

And  safe  the  vessel  moor'd  : 
With  grateful  hearts,  that  happy  hour5 
We  praised  the  ocean's  Lord. 

4  And  when  the  voyage  of  life  is  past, 

And  we  are  call'd  to  die ; 
Oh  may  we  see  thy  face  at  last, 
In  realms  beyond  the  sky. 


445 


446 


FOR  SEAMEN.  489 

S*. 
Death  of  a  Shipmate. 

1  REJOICE  for  a  brother  deceased, 

Our  loss  is  his  infinite  gain  ; 
A  soul  out  of  prison  released, 

And  freed  from  its  bodily  chain  ; 
With  songs  let  us  follow  his  flight, 

And  mount  with  his  spirit  above  ; 
Escaped  to  the  mansions  of  light. 

And  lodged  in  the  Eden  of  love. 

2  Our  brother  the  haven  hath  gain'd, 

Outflying  the  tempest  and  wind, 
His  rest  he  hath  sooner  obtain'd, 

And  left  his  companions  behind; 
Still  toss'd  on  a  sea  of  distress, 

Hard  toiling  to  make  the  blest  shore, 
Where  all  is  assurance  and  peace, 

And  sorrow  and  sin  are  no  more. 

3  There  all  the  ship's  company  meet, 

Who  sail'd  with  the  Saviour  beneath  ; 
With  shouting  each  other  they  greet, 

And  triumph  o'er  sorrow  and  death: 
The  voyage  of  life  's  at  an  end, 

The  mortal  affliction  is  past : 
The  age  that  in  heaven  they  spend, 

For  ever  and  ever  shall  last. 


i 


447. 


C,  M. 

The  Mariner's  Psalm. 


1  THY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord, 

Thy  wonders  in  the  deeps, 
The  sons  of  courage  shall  record, 
Who  trade  in  floating  ships. 

2  At  thy  command  the  winds  arise, 

And  swell  the  towering  waves: 
The  men  astonish'd  mount  the  skies, 
And  sink  in  gaping  graves. 

3  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raise  their  cries, 

He  hears  their  loud  request, 
And  orders  silence  through  the  skies, 
And  lays  the  floods  to  rest. 


490  HYMNS, 

4  Sailors  rejoice  to  lose  their  fears, 
And  see  the  storm  allay'd  : 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears ; 
There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 

AAQ  8s  and  7, 

**^*^«  Sailor's  Hymn. 

1  TOSS'D  upon  life's  raging  billow, 

Sweet  it  is,  O  Lord,  to  know, 

Thou  didst  press  a  sailor's  pillow, 

And  canst  feel  a  sailor's  wo. 

2  Never  slumbering,  never  sleeping, 

Though  the  night  be  dark  and  drear, 
Thou  the  faithful  watch  art  keeping, 
"  All,  all's  well,"  thy  constant  cheer. 

3  And  though  loud  the  wind  is  howling, 

Fierce  though  flash  the  lightning's  red  ; 
Darkly,  though  the  Storm-cloud's  scowling 
O'er  the  sailor's  anxious  head — 

4  Thou  canst  calm  the  raging  ocean, 

All  its  noise  and  tumult  still ; 
Hush  the  tempest's  wild  commotion, 
At  the  bidding  of  thy  will. 

5  Thus  my  heart  the  hope  will  cherish, 

While  to  thee  I  lift  mine  eye  ; 
Thou  wilt  save  me  ere  I  perish, 
Thou  wilt  hear  the  sailor's  cry. 

AAQ  6*. 

*±K*t/«  False  Land. 

1  WHEN  many  a  tempest  blew, 

And  hope  was  almost  past ; 
The  worn  and  weary  crew, 
Hail'd  distant  land  at  last. 

2  Far  o'er  the  lee  it  lay, 

Its  arms  seem'd  spreading  wide, 
To  form  a  quiet  bay, 

Where  ships  might  safely  ride. 

3  That  refuge  from  the  storm, 

That  distant  bay  so  fair, 
Was  but  a  cloudy  form, 
And  melted  into  air  ! 


FOR  SEAMEN.  491 

So  earthly  hope  deceives, 

The  heart  that  trusts  it  most ; 
So  all  the  beauty  leaves, 

Some  seeming  happy  coast. 

But  faith  can  look  before, 

And  see  the  land  of  light ; 
That  is  the  only  shore, 

That  never  mocks  the  sight. 

L.  M. 

Deliverance. 


450. 

1  WOULD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 
His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad, 

Go  with  the  mariner,  and  trace 
The  unknown  regions  of  the  seas. 

2  When  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigh, 
Lost  to  all  hope,  to  God  they  cry : 
His  mercy  hears  their  loud  address, 
And  sends  salvation  in  distress. 

3  Oh  may  the  sons  of  men  record 
The  wondrous  goodness  of  the  Lord ! 
Let  them  their  private  offerings  bring, 
And  in  the  church  his  glory  sing. 

401,  Gulf  of  Despair. 

1  WHERE  shall  the  sea- worn  sinner  rest, 

When  raging  billows  round  him  roll ; 
When  fierce  and  roaring  storms  oppress, 
And  bitter  anguish  rends  his  soul. 

2  And  when  dark  clouds  around  him  throw 

A  veil  of  gloom  and  anxious  care, 
And  flash  on  flash  of  lightning  show 
A  yawning  gulph  of  deep  despair? 

3  Oh,  say,  when  thus  by  tempest  toss'd, 

The  sea  and  sky  all  wild  and  drear ; 
And  all  his  hopes  are  nearly  lost, 

What  power  can  teach  him  how  to  steer? 

4  Ah  '.  then  't  is  God  alone  can  show 

The  only  port  of  peace  and  rest  ; 
Though  billows  rage  and  tempests  blow, 
His  word  will  calm  the  troubled  breast. 


492  HYMNS. 


452 


L.  M. 

Middle  Watch. 

1  YES  Lord,  my  grateful  voice  I  '11  raise, 

At  midnight,  in  my  watch  at  sea, 
The  floods  .shall  hear  me  sing  thy  praise, 
And  tell  what  grace  has  done  for  me. 

2  The  moon,  the  stars,  the  deep  shall  hear, 

Millions  shall  catch  the  grateful  sound, 
And  winds  shall  o'er  the  ocean  bear 

The  praise,  till  earth  and  heaven  rebound. 

3  I  '11  praise  for  grace  already  given, 

I  '11  praise  for  grace  I  'm  yet  to  have, 
I  '11  praise  for  grace  "  reserved  in  heaven," 
With  glory  crown'd  beyond  the  grave. 


7s. 
God's  Protection  to  Mariners. 


453. 

1  THEY  that  toil  upon  the  deep, 

And  in  vessels  light  and  frail 
O'er  the  mighty  waters  sweep, 

With  the  billow  and  the  gale  ; 
Mark  what  wonders  God  performs, 

When  he  speaks,  and,  unconfin'd, 
Rush  to  battle  all  his  storms, 

In  the  chariots  of  the  wind. 

2  Up  to  heaven  their  bark  is  whirl'd 

On  the  mountain  of  the  wave ; 
Downward  suddenly  '  tis  hurl'd 

To  th'  abysses  of  the  grave  ; 
Mid  the  tempest  now  they  roll, 

As  intoxicate  with  wine ; 
Terrors  paralyze  their  soul, 

Helm  they  quit  and  hope  resign. 

3  Then  unto  the  Lord  they  cry  : 

He  inclines  a  gracious  ear ; 
Sends  deliv'rance  from  on  high, 

Rescues  them  from  all  their  fear: 
Oh  that  men  would  praise  the  Lord 

For  his  goodness  to  their  race ; 
For  the  wonders  of  his  word, 

And  the  riches  of  his  grace ! 


FOR  SEAMEN.  493 

4r«v4r«  Seamen  Sing  Praises. 

1  SING,  seamen,  sing  to  God  on  high  • 

And  let  his  praise  on  every  breeze 
Sound  to  all  lands,  both  far  and  nigh, 
O'er  swelling  floods  and  raging  seas. 

2  So  He  ordains  that  you  should  sing 

And  tell  the  world  his  power  to  save; 
To  heathen  lands  his  gospel  bring, 
To  cheer  their  passage  to  the  grave. 

3  Then  sing,  ye  seamen,  sing  and  tell 

Of  all  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
In  saving  men  from  sin  and  hell, 
By  his  good  spirit  and  his  word. 

4  By  land  or  sea,  at  home,  abroad, 

In  christian  or  in  heathen  lands; 
Lift  up  your  voice  and  praise  your  God, 
In  all  the  labours  of  your  hands- 


455 


C.   M. 
The  Sailors  Friend. 

1  OF  old  did  Jesus  condescend 

To  calm  the  raging  sea  ! 
Yes.  lie  was  then  the  Sailor's  Friend, 
And  such  he  still  would  be. 

2  He  does  but  wait  to  hear  us  crave, 

As  they  besought  him  then — 
"Master,  we  perish  !  come  and  save, 
For  we  are  dying  men  !" 

3  Not  to  sustain  our  mortal  breath, 

We  raise  the  earnest  cry  ; 
Lord  save  our  precious  souls  from  death, 
And  make  us  fit  to  die. 

4  Then  blow,  ye  winds,  ye  surges  roar  ! 

T  will  not  our  souls  appal ; 
Though  waves  and  billows  pass  us  o'er, 
And  deep  to  deep  should  call. 

5  But  Oh  !  without  that  blessed  hope, 

Without  a  Saviour  near, 
What  desperate  courage  bears  us  up  ! 
What  madness  not  to  fear  ! 
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494  HYMNS. 

6  Jesus  !  on  thee  our  hopes  we  cast, 

No  more  thy  wrath  defy  ; 
Thou  art  the  anchor,  sure  and  fast ; 
On  thee  our  souls  rely. 

7  Soon  shall  the  sea  give  up  its  dead ; 

And  should  our  graves  be  there, 
With  joy  we  '11  quit  our  watery  bed 
To  meet  thee  in  the  air. 


456. 


L.  M. 

Presei-vation. 


1  RECORD,  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  power, 

Whose  winds  and  waves  obey  his  will; 
He  bids  the  awful  tempest  roar, 
His  voice  the  wildest  storm  can  still. 

2  View,  O  my  soul,  with  wonder  view 

The  roaring  billows  round  thee  toss'd, 
And  bless  his  mercies  ever  new, 
While  thou  art  saved,  and  others  lost. 

3  Speak  to  my  heart,  dear  Lord,  and  say, 

" The  rain  is  gone,  the  tempest 's  o'er; 
Come,  my  beloved,  come  away, 
Satan  and  sin  shall  reign  no  more. 

4  "Fear  not,  I  '11  guard  thy  helpless  head, 

While  life,  and  all  its  conflicts  last, 
And  when  the  raging  winds  have  fled, 
Thy  soul  shall  sing  of  dangers  past." 

8,  7  and  3. 
Far  at  Sea. 

1  STAR  of  Peace  !  to  wanderers  weary 

Give  the  beam  that  smiles  on  me, 
Cheer  the  Pilot's  visions  dreary, 

Far  at  sea. 

2  Star  of  Hope  !  gleam  on  the  billow, 

Bless  the  soufthat  sighs  for  thee ; 
Bless  the  sailor's  lonely  pillow, 

Far  at  sea. 

3  Star  of  Faith  !  when  winds  are  mocking 

All  his  prayers — he  flies  to  thee  ; 
Save  him,  though  on  billows  rocking, 
Far  at  sea. 


457 


FOR  SEAMEN.  495 

4  Star  of  God  !  yet  safely  guide  him 
To  the  shore  he  longs  to  see  ! 
Long  tempestuous  waves  have  tried  him, 
Far  at  sea. 


458. 


L.  M. 

Christian  voyager. 


1  THE  Christian  voyager  strikes  the  rock 

That  lies  conceal'd  beneath  the  wave ; 
Yet  safely  he  survives  the  shock, 
For  Jesus  is  at  hand  to  save. 

2  His  destined  land  he  sometimes  sees, 

And  thinks  his  toils  will  soon  be  o'er, 
Expects  some  favourable  breeze 
Will  waft  him  quickly  to  the  shore. 

3  But  hark  ! — the  midnight  tempest  roars  ! 

He  seems  forsaken,  and  alone  : 
But  Jesus,  whom  he  then  implores, 
Unseen  preserves  and  leads  him  on. 

4  Though  fear  his  heart  should  overwhelm, 

He  '11  reach  the  port  to  which  he  's  bound  ; 
For  Jesus  holds  and  guides  the  helm, 
And  soon  the  haven  will  be  found. 


459. 


C.   M. 

Our  little  Bark. 


1  OUR  little  bark  on  boisterous  seas, 

By  cruel  tempest  toss'd, 
Without  one  cheering  beam  of  hope, 
Expected  to  be  lost. 

2  We  to  the  Lord,  in  humble  prayer, 

Breathed  out  our  sad  distress ; 
Though  feeble,  yet  with  contrite  hearts, 
We  begg'd  return  of  peace. 

3  The  stormy  winds  did  cease  to  blow, 

The  waves  no  more  did  roll ; 
And  soon  again  a  placid  sea 
Spoke  comfort  to  each  soul. 

4  O,  may  our  grateful,  trembling  hearts 

Sweet  hallelujahs  sing, 


496  HYMNS. 

To  him  who  hath  our  lives  preserved, 
Our  Saviour,  and  our  King. 


460. 


C.   M. 

The  Pilot. 


1  O  PILOT,  't  is  a  fearful  night ; 

There  's  danger  on  the  deep  ; 
I  '11  come  and  pace  the  deck  with  thee, 
I  do  not  dare  to  sleep  : 

2  "Go  down  ;"  the  sailor  cried,  "  go  down ; 

This  is  no  place  for  thee, 
Fear  not,  but  trust  in  Providence, 
Where  ever  thou  may'st  be." 

3  Ah  !  Pilot,  dangers  often  met, 

We  all  are  apt  to  slight ; 
And  thou  hast  known  these  raging  waves, 
But  to  subdue  their  might : 

4  "  Oh  !  't  is  not  apathy,"  he  cried, 

"That  gives  this  strength  to  me ; 
Fear  not,  but  trust  in  Providence, 
Where  ever  thou  may'st  be." 

5  On  such  a  night  the  sea  engulph'd 

My  father's  lifeless  form  ; 
My  only  brother's  boat  went  down 
In  just  so  wild  a  storm  : 

6  And  such,  perhaps,  may  be  my  fate  ; 

But  still  I  say  to  thee, 
"Fear  not,  but  trust  in  Providence, 
Where  ever  thou  mav'st  be." 


461 


p.  ML 

To  be  sung  at  Sea. 


1  LORD  of  the  wide  extensive  main, 

Whose  power  the  wind,  the  sea,  controls, 
Whose  hand  doth  earth  and  heaven  sustain, 
Whose  spirit  leads  believing  souls: 

2  'T  is  here  thine  unknown  paths  we  trace, 

Which  dark  to  human  eyes  appear  j 


FOR  SEAMEN.  497 

While  through  the  mighty  waves  we  pass, 
Faith  only  sees  that  God  is  here. 

3  Throughout  the  deep  thy  footsteps  shine, 

We  own  thy  way  is  in  the  sea, 
O'eraw'd  by  majesty  divine, 
And  lost  in  thy  immensity; 

4  Thy  wisdom  here  we  learn  to  adore, 

Thine  everlasting  truth  we  prove ; 
Amazing  heights  of  boundless  power, 
Unfathomable  depths  of  love 


462. 


C.  M. 

A  Storm  at  Sea. 


1  THE  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high, 
Clouds  overcast  the  dark'ning  sky, 
Out  of  the  depths  to  thee  we  call, 

Our  fear  is  great,  our  strength  is  small. 

2  Amid  the  roaring  of  the  sea, 

Our  anxious  souls  look  up  to  thee  ; 
Thy  constant  love,  thy  faithful  care, 
Alone  can  save  us  from  despair. 

3  Though  tempest-tost,  and  half  a  wreck, 
The  Saviour  through  the  floods  we  seek: 
To  him  alone  will  we  complain, 

Amid  the  winds,  and  stormy  main. 


463 


S.   M. 
Little  Faith. 

1  O  THOU  of  little  Faith, 

On  seas  of  trouble  toss'd, 
Depend  on  what  the  Saviour  saith, 
And  you  can  ne'er  be  lost. 

2  He  bids  you  to  him  come, 

Why  should  you  yield  to  fear  1 
The  winds  may  blow,  and  billows  foam, 
But  Jesus  Christ  is  there. 

3  Though  storms  of  sorrow  rise, 

And  winds  may  adverse  prove, 
Yet,  "  Wherefore  dost  thou  doubt !"  he  cries 
"Mine  is  unchanging  love." 
42* 


498  HYMNS, 


464 


465 


L.  M. 

Baptism. 

OBEDIENT  to  our  Zion's  King, 

We  to  his  holy  laver  bring 

These  happy  converts,  who  have  known 

And  trusted  in  his  grace  alone. 

Lord,  in  thy  house  they  seek  thy  face; 

Oh,  bless  them  with  peculiar  grace  ; 

Refresh  their  souls  with  love  divine ; 

Let  beams  of  glory  round  them  shine. 

Ye,  who  your  native  vileness  mourn, 

And  to  the  great  Redeemer  turn, 

Arise,  his  gracious  call  obey, 

And  be  baptiz'd  without  delay, 

L.  M. 

Baptism. 

1  'T  WAS  the  commission  of  our  Lord, 
Go,  teach  the  nations,  and  baptize  : 

The  nations  have  receiv'd  the  word, 
Since  he  ascended  to  the  skies. 

2  "Repent,  and  be  baptiz'd,"  he  saith, 
"  For  the  remission  of  your  sins  ;" 
And  thus  our  sense  assists  our  faith, 
And  shows  us  what  his  gospel  means. 

3  Our  souls  he  washes  in  his  blood, 
As  water  makes  the  body  clean  ; 
And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  God 
Descends,  like  purifying  rain. 

4  Thus  we  engage  ourselves  to  thee, 
And  seal  our  cov'nant  with  the  Lord  ; 
O  may  the  great  Eternal  Three 

In  heaven  our  solemn  vows  record  ! 


466 


L.  M. 

Entering  into  Covenant. 

1  OH!  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 

On  thee,  my  Saviour,  and  my  God  I 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  Oh  !  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 

To  him  who  merits  all  my  love  ! 


ORDINANCES.  499 

Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  the  house, 
While  to  his  altar  now  I  move. — 

3  'T  is  done — the  great  transaction  's  done  ; — 

I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine  ; 
He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 
Rejoiced  to  own  the  call  divine. 

4  Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart ! 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest ; 
Here  have  I  found  a  nobler  part, 
Here  heavenly  pleasures  fill  my  breast. 

5  High  Heaven,  that  hears  the  solemn  vow, 

That  vow  renewed,  shall  daily  hear ; 
Till,  in  life's  latest  hour,  I  bow, 
And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 


467 


L.  M. 

A  Welcome  to  christian  FeUowthip. 

COME  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord ! 

Oh  !  come  in  Jesus'  precious  name ; 
We  welcome  thee,  with  one  accord, 

And  trust  the  Saviour  does  the  same. 

Those  joys  which  earth  cannot  afford, 
We  '11  seek  in  fellowship  to  prove, 

Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Lord, 
Together  bound  by  mutual  love. 

And,  while  we  pass  this  vale  of  tears, 
We  '11  make  our  joys  and  sorrows  known; 

We  '11  share  each  other's  hopes  and  fears, 
And  count  a  brother's  cares  our  own. 

Once  more,  our  welcome  we  repeat ; 

Receive  assurance  of  our  love  ; 
Oh  !  may  we  all  together  meet, 

Around  the  throne  of  God  above. 


468 


L.  M. 

Entire  Consecration. 

NOW  I  resolve,  with  all  my  heart, 
With  all  my  powers,  to  serve  the  Lord ; 

Nor  from  his  ways  will  I  depart, 
Whose  service  is  a  rich  reward. 

Oh  !  be  his  service  all  my  joy  ! — 
Around  let  my  example  shine, 


500  HYMNS. 

Till  others  love  the  blest  employ, 
And  join  in  labors  so  divine. 

3  Be  this  the  purpose  of  my  soul, 

My  solemn,  my  determined  choice, 
To  yield  to  his  supreme  control, 
And,  in  his  kind  commands,  rejoice. 

4  Oh  !  may  I  never  faint  nor  tire, 

Nor  wandering  leave  his  sacred  ways ; 
Great  God  !  accept  my  soul's  desire, 
And  give  me  strength  to  live  thy  praise. 


469 


L.  M. 

Self- Dedication  to  God. 

1  LORD  !  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine, 
Purchased  and  saved  by  blood  divine; 
With  full  consent  thine  I  would  be, 
And  own  thy  sovereign  right  in  me. 

2  Grant  me,  in  mercy,  now  a  place, 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, — 
A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 

But  ransomed  by  Immanuel's  blood. 

3  Thee,  my  new  master,  now  I  call, 
And  consecrate  to  thee  my  all ; 
Lord  !  let  me  live  and  die  to  thee, — 
Be  thine  through  all  eternity. 

C.  M. 
The  Young  entering  into  Covenant. 

1  COME,  let  us  join  our  souls  to  God, 

In  everlasting  bands  ; 
And  seize  the  blessings  he  bestows, 
With  eager  hearts  and  hands. 

2  Come,  let  us  to  his  temple  haste, 

And  seek  his  favor  there  ; 
Before  his  footstool  humbly  bow. 
And  pour  our  fervent  prayer. 

3  Come,  let  us  seal,  without  delay, 

The  covenant  of  his  grace  ; 
Nor  shall  the  years  of  distant  life 
Its  mem'ry  e'er  efface. 

4  Thus  may  our  young  companions  haste 

To  seek  their  fathers'  God ; 


470 


ORDINANCES.  501 

Nor  e'er  forsake  the  happy  path 
Their  fathers'  feet  have  trod. 

.  rvi  c.  m. 

4fl   li  Public  Profession. 

1  YE  men  and  angels  !  witness  now, 

Before  the  Lord  we  speak ; 
To  him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, 
A  vow  we  dare  not  break  ; — 

2  That,  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 

Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield  ; 
Nor,  from  his  cause  will  we  depart, 
Nor  ever  quit  the  field. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 

But  on  his  grace  rely  ; 
May  he,  with  our  returning  wants, 
A  needful  aid  supply. 

4  Oh !  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 

And  keep  us  in  thy  ways  ; 
And,  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 
Turn  thou  our  prayers  to  praise. 

A79  L- M- 

*  M  I  /W  •  On  receiving  new  Memoers. 

1  KINDRED  in  Christ !  for  his  dear  sake, 

A  hearty  welcome  here  receive  ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 
The  joys  which  only  he  can  give. 

2  May  he,  by  whose  kind  care,  we  meet, 

Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above ; 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love. 

3  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme, 

When  Christians  see  each  other  thus ; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him, 

Who  lived,  and  died,  and  reigns,  for  U3. 

4  We  '11  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 

And  suffered  for  us,  here  below  ; — 
The  path  he  marked  for  us  to  tread, 
And  what  he  's  doing  for  us  how. 

5  Thus, — as  the  moments  pass  away, — 

We  '11  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore  ; 


502  HYMNS. 


473 


And  hasten  on  the  glorious  day, 

When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

L.  M. 

The  Lord's  Supper  instituted. 

'T  WAS  on  that  dark— that  doleful  night, 
When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 

Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 

And  friends  betrayed  him  to  his  foes  : — 

Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blessed  and  brake ; 

What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran  ! 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  spake ! 

"  This  is  my  body,  broke  for  sin  : 
Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  :" — 

Then  took  the  cup  and  blessed  the  wine, — 
u  'T  is  the  new  covenant  in  my  blood." 

"  Do  this,"  he  cried,  "  till  time  shall  end, 
In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  friend ; 

Meet,  at  my  table,  and  record 
The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 

Jesus  !  thy  feast  we  celebrate  ; 

We  show  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  name- 
Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 

The  marriage-supper  of  the  Lamb. 


474. 


O.  M. 
The  new  Covenant  sealed. 


1  THE  promise  of  my  Father's  love 

Shall  stand  for  ever  good  : 
He  said — and  gave  his  soul  to  death, 
And  sealed  the  grace  with  blood. 

2  To  this  dear  covenant  of  thy  word 

I  set  my  worthless  name ; 
I  seal  th'  engagement  to  my  Lord, 
And  make  my  humble  claim. 

3  I  call  that  legacy  my  own, 

Which  Jesus  did  bequeath  ; 
'T  was  purchased  with  a  dying  groan, 
And  ratified  indeath. 

4  The  light  and  strength,  the  pard'ning  grace 

And  glory  shall  be  mine  : 


ORDINANCES.  503 

My  life  and  soul — my  heart  and  flesh, — 
And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 

tp  I  eJ  •  Sacramental  Emblems. 

1  BREAD  of  heaven  I  on  thee  I  feed, 
For  thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed  ; 
Ever  may  my  soul  -be  fed, 

With  the  true  and  living  bread  ; 
Day  by  day,  with  strength  supplied, 
Through  the  life  of  him  that  died. 

2  Vine  of  heaven  !  thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice  ; 

'T  is  thy  wounds,  my  healing  give  ; 
To  thy  cross  I  look  and  live  : 
Thou,  my  life  !  Oh  !  let  me  be 
Rooted,  grafted,  built  on  thee 

AH  a  LM- 

^f  I   \J  •  The  Memorials  of  Grace. 

'  1  JESUS  is  gone  above  the  skies, 

Where  our  weak  senses  reach  him  not ; 
And  carnal  objects  court  our  eyes, 

To  thrust  our  Saviour  from  our  thought. 

2  He  knows  what  wandering  hearts  we  have, 

Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face  ; 
And,  to  refresh  our  minds,  he  gave 
These  kind  memorials  of  his  grace. 

3  Let  sinful  sweets  be  all  forgot, 

And  earth  grow  less  in  our  esteem ; 
Christ  and  his  love  fill  every  thought, 
And  faith  and  hope  be  fixed  on  him. 

4  While  he  is  absent  from  our  sight, 

'T  is  to  prepare  our  souls  a  place, 
That  we  may  dwell  in  heavenly  light, 
And  live  for  ever  near  his  face. 


477 


S.  M. 
Communion  with  Christ  and  with  Saints. 

1  JESUS  invites  his  saints 

To  meet  around  his  board ; 
Here  pardoned  rebels  sit,  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 


504  HYMNS. 

2  This  holy  bread  and  wine 

Maintain  our  fainting  breath, 
By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  interest  in  his  death. 

3  Our  heavenly  Father  calls 

Christ  and  his  members  one  ; 
We  the  young  children  of  his  love, 
And  he  the  first-born  Son. 

4  Let  all  our  powers  be  joined, 

His  glorious  name  to  raise  : 
Pleasure  and  love  fill  every  mind, 
And  every  voice  be  praise. 

tB  I  O*  Not  ashamed  of  Christ. 

1  AT  thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord  ! 

Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feast ; 
Thy  blood,  like  wine,  adorns  thy  board, 
And  thine  own  flesh  feeds  every  guest. 

2  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 

And  trusts  for  life  in  one  who  died ; 
We  hope  for  heavenly  crowns  above, 
From  a  Redeemer  crucified. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  shame, 

And  cast  their  scandals  on  thy  cause ; 
We  come  to  boast  our  Saviour's  name, 
And  make  our  triumphs  in  his  cross. 

4  With  joy  we  tell  the  scoffing  age, 

He  that  was  dead  has  left  his  tomb  ; 
He  lives  above  their  utmost  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come. 


479 


c.  If. 

77te  Lore  of  Christ. 

HOW  condescending  and  how  kind 

Was  God's  eternal  Son  ! 
Our  misery  reached  his  heavenly  mind, 

And  pity  brought  him  down. 

He  sunk  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 

To  raise  us  to  his  throne  ; 
There  's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  bestows, 

But  cost  his  heart  a  groan. 


ORDINANCES.  505 

3  This  was  compassion,  like  a  God, 

That  when  the  Saviour  knew — 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

4  Now,  though  he  reigns  exalted  high, 

His  love  is  still  as  great ; 

Well  he  remembers. Calvary, 

Nor  lets  his  saints  forget. 

5  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 

While  we  his  death  record, 
And,  with  our  joy  for  pardoned  guilt, 
Mourn  that  we  pierced  the  Lord. 

a  &n  L- M- 

T^Ov/i  The  Day  of  Espousals. 

1  JESUS,  thou  everlasting  King  ! 
Accept  the  tribute  that  we  bring  ; 
Accept  the  well-deserved  renown, 
And  wear  our  praises  as  thy  crown. 

2  Let  every  act  of  worship  be, 

Like  our  espousals,  Lord  !  to  thee  ; — 
Like  the  dear  hour,  when,  from  above 
We  first  received  thy  pledge  of  love. 

3  The  gladness  of  that  happy  day — 
Our  hearts  would  wish  it  long  to  stay , 
Nor  let  our  faith  forsake  its  hold, 
Nor  comfort  sink,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

4  Each  foll'wing  minute  as  it  flies, 
Increase  thy  praise,  improve  our  joys  . 
Till  we  are  raised  to  sing  thy  name, 
At  the  great  supper  of  the  Lamb. 


481 


CM. 

Humble  Communion  icith  Christ. 

1  LORD  !  at  thy  table,  we  behold 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 
But  most  of  all  admire,  that  we 
Should  find  a  welcome-place. 

2  We,  who  were  all  defiled  with  sin, 

And  rebels  to  our  God  ; — 
We,  who  have  crucified  thy  Son, 
And  trampled  on  his  blood  ; — 
43 


506  HYMNS. 

3  What  strange,  surprising  grace  is  this, 

That  we,  so  lost,  have  room  ] 
Jesus  our  weary  souls  invites, 
And  freely  bids  us  come. 

4  Ye  saints  below,  and  hosts  above  ! 

Join  all  your  sacred  powers  ; 
No  theme  is  like  redeeming  love, — 
No  Saviour  is  like  ours. 

A  R9  c-  M- 

^O/Vi  The  triumphal  Feast. 

1  COME,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high, — 

High  as  our  joys  arise. 
And  join  the  songs  above  the  sky, 
Where  pleasure  never  dies. 

2  Jesus,  our  God,  invites  us  here, 

To  this  triumphal  feast ; 
And  brings  immortal  blessings  down 
For  each  redeemed  guest. 

3  Victorious  God  !  what  can  we  pay 

For  favors  so  divine  1 
We  would  devote  our  hearts  away, 
To  be  for  ever  thine. 

4  We  give  thee,  Lord  !  our  highest  praise— 

The  tribute  of  our  tongues  ; 

But  themes,  so  infinite  as  these, 

Exceed  our  noblest  songs. 

A  QQ  °*  M 

**Ot),  The  Gospel-Feast. 

1  HOW  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 

With  Christ  within  the  doors — 
While  everlasting  love  displays 
The  choicest  of  her  stores  ! 

2  While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  songs, 

Join  to  admire  the  feast ; 
Each  of  us  cry,  with  thankful  tongues, — 
"  Lord  !  why  was  I  a  guest  1 

3  "  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

And  enter  while  there  's  room — 
When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice, 
And  rather  starve  than  come  ¥' 


ORDINANCES.  507 

4  'T  was  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast, 

That  sweetly  forced  us  in  ; 
Else  we  had  still  refused  to  taste, 
And  perished  in  our  sin. 

5  Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God  ! 

Constrain  the  earth  to  come  ; 
Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  strangers  home. 

6  We  long  to  see  thy  churches  full, 

That  all  the  chosen  race 
May,  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  soul, 
Sing  thy  redeeming  grace. 

4Q/L  c M* 

OtcU  Remembering  Christ. 

1  IF  human  kindness  meets  return 

And  owns  the  grateful  tie  ; 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn, 
To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh  ; — 

2  Oh  !  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  gratitude  we  owe 
To  him,  who  died,  our  fears  to  quell — 
Our  more  than  orphan's  wo  ! 

3  While  yet  his  anguished  soul  surveyed 

Those  pangs  he  would  not  flee, 
What  love  his  latest  words  displayed, — 
"Meet  and  remember  me  !" 

4  Remember  thee — thy  death,  thy  shame, 

Our  sinful  hearts  to  share  ! — 
O  mem'ry  !  leave  no  other  name 
But  his  recorded  there. 


485 


L.  M. 

The  Presence  of  Christ  desired. 

1  FAR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world !  be  gone, 

Let  my  religious  hours  alone  : 

Fain  would  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  see  ; — 

I  wait  a  visit,  Lord  !  from  thee. 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire  ; 
Come,  my  dear  Jesus  !  from  above, 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 


508  HYMNS. 

3  Blest  Saviour  !  what  delicious  fare — 
How  sweet  thine  entertainments  are ! 
Never  did  angels  taste  above 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 

4  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all-divine  ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  shine : 
Thou  brightest,  sweetest,  fairest  one, 
That  eyes  have  seen,  or  angels  known  ! 


486. 


C.  M. 

Remembering  Christ. 


1  ACCORDING  to  thy  gracious  word,— 

In  meek  humility, — 
This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord ! 
I  will  remember  thee. 

2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake, 

My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be  ; 
Thy  testamental  cup  I  take, 
And  thus  remember  thee. 

3  Gethsemane  can  I  forget  7 

Or  there  thy  conflict  see, — 
Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat, — 
And  not  remember  thee  1 

4  When  to  the  cross  I  turn  mine  eyes, 

And  rest  on  Calvary, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  my  sacrifice ! 
I  must  remember  thee  : — 

5  Remember  thee,  and  all  thy  pains, 

And  all  thy  love  to  me  ! — 
Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains, 
Will  I  remember  thee. 

6  And  when  these  failing  lips  grow  dumb, 

And  mind  and  mem'ry  flee  ; 
When,  in  thy  kingdom,  thou  shalt  come— 
Jesus !  remember  me. 


487 


SABBATH.  500 


SABBATH. 

7s. 
Tlie,  Sabbath  in  the  Sanctuary. 

1  SAFELY  through  another  week, 

God  has  brought  us  on  our  way  ;— 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day  : 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 
Show  thy  reconciled, face, 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame ; 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest,  this  day,  in  thee. 

3  Here  we  come  thy  name  to  praise ; 

Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near : 
May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 

While  we  in  thy  house  appear : 
Here  afford  us,  Lord  !  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

4  May  the  gospel's  joyful  sound 

Conquer  sinners — comfort  saints  ; 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 

Bring  relief  from  all  complaints  : 
Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 
Till  we  join  the  church  above. 

A  8^  s  M- 

TbOO«  The  Lord' 8  Day  and  public  Worship. 

1  WELCOME— sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ! 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 

2  The  king  himself  comes  near. 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day,  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
43* 


310  HYMNS. 

Is  swcctor  than  ton  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay, 
In  such  a  frame  as  this, — 

And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 

To  everlasting  bliss. 


II.  M. 

Sabbath- Morning. 


489. 

1  WELCOME— delightful  morn, 

Thou  day  of  sacred  rest  ! 
1  hail  thy  kind  return  ; — 

Lord  !  make  these  moments  blest; 
Prom  the  low  train  Of  mortal  tO)*3, 
I  soar  to  reach  immortal  joys. 

2  Now  may  the  king  descend* 

And  11 1 1  his  throne  of  grace; 

Thy  sceptre,  Lord!  extend, 

While  saints  address  thy  face: 
Let  sinners  feel  thy  quickening  word, 
,        And  learn  to  know  and  tear  the  Lord. 

3  Descend,  celestial  Dove  ! 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers; 
Disclose  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  bless  the  sacred  hours  ; 
Then  shall  my  soul  new  life  obtain, 
Nor  Sabbaths  be  bestowed  in  vain. 


490 


C.  M. 
Dawn  of  the  Sabbath. 

1  AGAIN,  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 

Awakes  the  kindling  ray, 
Dispels  the  darkness  of  the  night, 
And  pours  increasing  day. 

2  Oh  !  what  a  night  was  that  which  wrapt 

A  sinful  world  in  gloom  ! 
Oh  !  what  a   sun,  which  broke  this  day, 
Triumphant  from  the  tomb  ! 

3  This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 

And  loud  hosannas  sung; 
Let  gladness  dwell  in  every  heart. 
And  praise  on  c  very  tongue. 


SAUBATFi.  511 

4  Ten  thousand  thousand  lips  shall  join 
To  bail  this  welcome  mom, 
Which  scatters  blessings,  from  its  wings, 
To  nations  yet  unborn. 


491 


II.  M. 
Morning  of  tltn.  Lord's  Day. 

AWAKE,  ye  saints  !  awake, 
And  hail  this  sacred  day  ; 
Id  Loftiest  songs  of  praise 

Your  joy  fill  homage  pay  : 

Come,  bless  the  day  that  God  hath  blessed, — 
The  typo  of  heaven's  eternal  rest. 

On  this  auspicipus  morn 
The  Lord  of  life  arose, 

And  burst  the  bars  of  douth, 

And  vanquished  all  our  foes  ; 
And  now  he  pleads  out  cause  above* 

And  reaps  the  fruit  of  all  his  love. 

All  hail !  triumphant  Lord  ! 
Heaven  with  nosannas  rings; 

And  earth,  in  humbler  strains, 

Thy  praise  responsive  sings; — 
"Worthy  the  Lamb  that  onee  was  slain, 
Through  endless  years,  to  live  and  reign!" 

Great  King  !  gird  on  thy  sword, 

Ascend  thy  conquering  car; 
While  justice,  power  And  love 

Maintain  the  glorious  war: 
This  day  let  sinners  own  thy  sway, 
And  rebels  east  their  arms  away. 


492 


L,  K. 

The  Morning  of  the  Lord's  Day. 

HAIL!   morning  known  among  the  blest, — 
.Morning  of  hop'-,  and  joy,  and  love, — 

Of  heavenly  peace,  and  holy  rest, 
Pledge  01  the  endless  rest  above! 

Ulest  be  the  Father  of  our  Lord, 

Who,  from  the  dead,  hath  brought  his  Son; 
Hope  to  the  lost  was  then  restored] 

And  everlasting  glory  won. 


512  HYMNS. 

3  Scarce  morning-twilight  had  begun 

To  chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
When  Christ  arose — unsetting  sun — 
The  dawn  of  joy's  eternal  day. 

4  Mercy  looked  down,  with  smiling  eye, 

When  our  Immanuel  left  the  dead  ; 
Faith  marked  his  bright  ascent  on  high, 
And  hope,  with  gladness,  raised  her  head. 

5  Descend,  O  Spirit  of  the  Lord  ! 

Thy  lire  to  every  bosom  bring ; 
Then  shall  our  ardent  hearts  accord, 
And  teach  our  lips  God's  praise  to  sing. 


493. 


C.  M. 
The  Resurrection- Morn. 


1  BLEST  morning  !  whose  young  dawning  rays 

Beheld  our  rising  God  ; 
That  saw  him  triumph  o'er  the  dust, 
And  leave  his  dark  abode. 

2  In  the  cold  prison  of  a  tomb, 

The  great  Redeemer  lay, 
Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 
The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 

To  hold  our  God  in  vain  : 
The  sleeping  Conqueror  arose, 
And  burst  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord ! 

These  sacred  hours  we  pay  ; 
And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 

5  Salvation,  and  immortal  praise, 

To  our  victorious  King  ! 
Let  heaven  and  earth,  and  rocks  and  seas, 
With  glad  hosannas  ring. 

L.  M. 
The  Rest  of  the  Sabbath. 

1  ANOTHER  six  days'  work  is  done, 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun; 
Return,  my  soul !  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  hath  blessed. 


494 


SABBATH.  513 

2  Oh  !  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies  ; 

And  draw,  from  heaven,  that  sweet  repose 
Which  none,  but  he  that  feels  it,  knows. 

3  This  heavenly  calm,  within  the  breast, 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest — 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains, — 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

4  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, — 
In  holy  pleasures,  pass  away  ; 
How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end  ! 


495 


L.  M. 

The  earthly  and  heavenly  Sabbath. 

1  THINE  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord  !  we  love, 
But  there  's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 

To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
With  cheerful  hope  and  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 

Nor  sin,  nor  death  shall  reach  the  place ; 
No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
That  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes, 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose, 
No  midnight-shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

4  Soon  shall  that  glorious  day  begin, 
Beyond  this  world  of  death  and  sin  ; 
Soon  shall  our  voices  join  the  song 
Of  the  triumphant,  holy  throng. 


496 


The  holy  Day  of  Rest. 

WELCOME— sacred  day  of  rest ! 

Sweet  repose  from  worldly  care  ; — 
Day  above  all  days  the  best, 

When  our  souls  for  heaven  prepare  ; — 
Day  when  our  Redeemer  rose, 

Victor  o'er  the  hosts  of  hell : 
Thus  he  vanquished  all  our  foes  , — 

Let  our  lips  his  glory  tell. 


514  HYMNS. 

2  Gracious  Lord  !  we  love  this  day, 

When  we  hear  thy  holy  word  ; 
When  we  sing  thy  praise, and  pray  ; — 

Earth  can  no  such  joys  afford  : 
But  a  better  rest  remains, 

Heavenly  Sabbaths, — happier  days, 
Rest  from  sin,  and  rest  from  pains, — 

Endless  joys,  and  endless  praise. 


497 


C.  M. 

A  Sabbath  in  the  House  of  God. 

1  HERE  cares  and  angry  passions  cease, 

For  saints  together  meet 
To  spend  an  hour  of  prayer  and  peace, 
At  their  Redeemer's  feet. 

2  No  sculptured  wonders  meet  the  sight, — 

Nor  pictured  saints  appear, 
Nor  storied  window's  gorgeous  light, 
For  God  himself  is  here. 

3  And  here  are  comrades  in  the  war 

With  Satan  and  with  sin, 
Who  now  in  God's  own  favor  share, 
And  soon  their  heaven  will  win. 

4  Glory  to  God  !  who  deigns  to  bless 

This  consecrated  day, 
Unfolds  his  wondrous  promises, 
And  makes  it  sweet  to  pray. 

5  Glory  to  God  !  who  deigns  to  hear 

The  humblest  sigh  we  raise, 
And  answers  every  heart-felt  prayer, 
And  hears  our  hymn  of  praise. 

c.  M. 

The  first  Day  of  the  Week. 

1  AND  now  another  week  begins, 

This  day  we  call  the  Lord's ; 
This  day  he  rose,  who  bore  oui  sins,— 
For  so  his  word  records. 

2  Hark,  how  the  angels  sweetly  sing  ! — 

Their  voices  fill  the  sky  ; 
They  hail  their  great  victorious  king, 
And  welcome  him  on  high. 


498 


SABBATH.  515 

3  We  '11  catch  the  note  of  lofty  praise  ; 

May  we  their  rapture  feel ; 
Our  thankful  song  with  theirs  we  '11  raise, 
And  emulate  their  zeal. 

4  Come,  then,  ye  saints  !  and  grateful  sing 

Of  Christ,  our  risen  Lord, — 
Of  Christ,  the  everlasting  king, — 
Of  Christ,  th'  incarnate  word. 

5  Hail,  mighty  Saviour  !  thee  we  hail ! 

High  on  thy  throne  above  ; 
Till  heart  and  flesh  together  fail, 
We  '11  sing  thy  matchless  love. 

AQQ  CM 

*jb*J*J»  The  first  Sabbath. 

1  HOW  bright  a  day  was  that,  which  saw 

Creation's  work  complete  ! 
All  nature  owned  her  Maker's  law, 
And  worshiped  at  his  feet. 

2  The  world,  arranged  by  power  divine, 

In  perfect  order  stood ; 
And,  resting  from  his  great  design, 
God  saw  that  all  was  good. 

-■$  Not  such  a  Sabbath  now  appears, 
For  sin  has  ruined  all ; 
No  longer  man  with  pleasure  hears 
A  gracious  Father's  call. 

\  Yet,  Lord  !  bring  back  the  reign  of  peace, 
Let  brighter  days  begin  ; 
And  teach  vain  creatures  how  to  cease 
From  folly  and  from  sin. 

5  Let  sinners  be  again  made  thine, 

Though  once  with  vengeance  cursed; 
And  let  a  second  Sabbath  shine, 
As  glorious  as  the  first. 


500 


c.  at 

The  Resurrection  of  Christ. 

1  THE  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praise, 
In  concert  with  the  blest : 
And  joyful,  in  harmonious  lays, 
Employ  this  day  of  rest. 


501. 


516  HYMNS. 

2  Lord  !  may  we  still  remember  thee, 

And  more  in  knowledge  grow  ; 
Oh  !  may  we  more  of  glory  see, 
While  waiting  here  below. 

3  On  this  blest  day,  a  brighter  scene 

Of  glory  was  displayed, 
By  God,  th'  eternal  word,  than  when 
This  universe  was  made. 

4  He  rises,  who  our  souls  hath  bought 

With  blood,  and  grief,  and  pain  : 
'T  was  great — to  speak  the  world  fromnought,- 
'T  was  greater — to  redeem. 

L.  M. 
The  Lord's  Day. 

1  THIS  day  the  Lord  hath  called  his  own ; — 

Oh  !  let  us  then  his  praise  declare, 
Fix  our  desires  on  him  alone, 
And  seek  his  face,  with  fervent  prayer. 

2  Lord  !  in  thy  love,  would  we  rejoice, 

That  bids  the  burdened  soul  be  free  ; 
And,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 
Devote  these  sacred  hours  to  thee. 

3  Now  let  the  world's  delusive  things 

No  more  our  groveling  thoughts  employ 
But  faith  be  taught  to  stretch  her  wings, 
In  search  of  heaven's  unfailing  joy. 

4  Oh  !  let  these  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord  ! 

Be  to  our  lasting  welfare  blest ; 
The  purest  comfort  here  afford, 
And  fit  us  for  eternal  rest. 

^09  10s 

*J\J&m  The  Sabbath,  a  holy  Rest. 

1  AGAIN  the  day  returns  of  holy  rest, 
Which,  when  he  made  the  world,  Jehovah  blest ; 
When,  like  his  own,  he  bade  our  labours  cease, 
And  all  be  piety,  and  all  be  peace. 

2  Let  us  devote  this  consecrated  day 

To  learn  his  will,  and  all  we  learn  obey; 
So  shall  he  hear  when  fervently  we  raise 
Our  supplications,  and  our  songs  of  praise. 


SABBATH.  517 

3  Father  in  heaven  !  in  whom  our  hopes  confide, 
Whose  power  defends  us,  and  whose  precepts  guide; 
In  life  our  guardian,  and  in  death  our  friend, — 
Glory  supreme  be  thine,  till  time  shall  end. 


503 


504 


C.  M. 

27ie  Sacrifice  of  the  Heart. 

WHEN,  as  returns  this  solemn  day, 
Man  comes  to  meet  his  God, 

What  rites — what  honors  shall  he  pay  ! 
How  spread  his  praise  abroad ) 

From  marble-domes  and  gilded  spires 
Shall  clouds  of  incense  rise? 

And  gems,  and  gold,  and  garlands  deck 
The  costly  sacrifice  1 

Vain,  sinful  man  ! — creation's  Lord 
Thine  offerings  well  may  spare ; 

But  give  thy  heart — and  thou  shalt  find, 
That  God  will  hear  thy  prayer. 

7s  and  6s. 
Sabbath-ContemplaU'ont. 

LORD  of  the  vast  creation, 

Support  of  worlds  unknown, 
Desire  of  every  nation  ! — 

Behold  us  at  thy  throne ; 
We  come  for  mercy  crying, 

Through  thine  atoning  blood  ; 
And  on  thy  grace  relying, 

We  seek  each  promised  good. 

We  bless  the  condescension 

That  brought  thee  down  to  earth; 
Of  which  the  seers  made  mention, 

Who  prophesied  thy  birth  : 
We  celebrate  the  glory, 

That  marked  thy  wondrous  way, 
And  own  the  joyful  story, 

That  claims  this  hallowed  day. 

Oh  !  when  shall  thy  salvation 
Be  known  through  every  land, 

And  men,  in  every  station, 
Obey  thy  great  command  3 
44 


// 


518  HYMNS. 

In  God's  own  Son  believing, 

From  sin  may  they  be  free  ; 
And  gospel-grace  receiving, 

Find  life  and  peace  in  thee. 

iJ\Jfj0  The  Close  cj  the  Sabbath. 

1  ANOTHER  day  has  passed  along, 

And  we  are  nearer  to  the  tomb, — 
Nearer  to  join  the  heavenly  song, 
Or  hear  the  last  eternal  doom. 

2  Sweet  is  the  light  of  Sabbath-eve, 

And  soft  the  sunbeams  lingering  there  : 
For  these  blest  hours,  the  world  I  leave, 
Wafted  on  wings  of  faith  and  prayer. 

3  The  time  how  lovely  and  how  still  ; 

Peace  shines  and  smiles  on  all  below, — 
The  plain,  the  stream,  the  wood,  the  hill, — 
All  fair  with  evening's  setting  glow. 

4  Season  of  rest!  the  tranquil  soul 

Feels  the  sweet  calm,  and  melts  to  love,- 
And  while  these  sacred  moments  roll, 
Faith  sees  a  smiling  heaven  above. 

5  Nor  will  our  days  of  toil  be  long, 

Our  pilgrimage  will  soon  be  trod; 

And  we  shall  join  the  ceaseless  song, — 

The  endless  Sabbath  of  our  God. 


506 


CM. 

Evening  of  the  Lord's  Day. 

FREQUENT  the  day  of  God  returns, 
To  shed  its  quickening  beams; 

And  yet  how  slow  devotion  burns ! 
How  languid  are  its  flames  ! 

Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love, 
Our  frailties,  Lord  !  forgive  ; 

We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above, 
And  praise  thee  while  we  live. 

Increase,  O  Lord  !  our  faith  and  hope, 

And  fit  us  to  ascend, 
Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 

The  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  end  : — 


SABBATH.  51f 

4  Where  we  shall  breathe  in  heavenly  air, 

With  heavenly  lustre  shine, 

Before  the  thione  of  God  appear, 

And  feast  on  love  divine  : — 

5  Where  we,  in  high  seraphic  strains, 

Shall  all  our  powers  employ ; 
Delighted  range  th'  ethereal  plains, 
And  take  our  lill  of  joy. 

^507  c- M- 

*J\J  I  •  Lord's  Day-Evening. 

1  WHEN,  O  dear  Jesus  !  when  shall  I 

Behold  thee  all-serene ; 
Blest  in  perpetual  Sabbath-day, 
Without  a  veil  between  1 

2  Assist  me  while  I  wander  here, 

Amidst  a  world  of  cares  ; 
Incline  my  heart  to  pray  with  love, 
And  then  accept  my  prayers. 

3  Spare  me,  my  God !  Oh  !  spare  the  soul 

That  gives  itself  to  thee  ; 
Take  all  that  I  possess  below, 
And  give  thyself  to  me. 

4  Thy  Spirit,  O  my  Father  !  give 

To  be  my  guide  and  friend, 
To  light  my  path  to  ceaseless  joys— 
Where  Sabbaths  never  end. 


SANCTUARY. 


508 


S.  M. 
The  Mercy-Seat. 

1  HOW  charming  is  the  place, 

Where  my  Redeemer-God 

Unveils  the  glories  of  his  face, 

And  sheds  his  love  abroad  ! 

2  Not  the  fair  palaces, 

To  which  the  great  resort, 
Are  once  to  be  compared  with  this, 
Where  Jesus  holds  his  court 


520  HYMNS. 

3  Here,  on  the  mercy-seat, 

With  radiant  glory  crowned, 
Our  joyful  eyes  behold  thee  sit, 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

4  To  thee,  our  prayers  and  cries 

Each  humble  soul  presents  : 

Oh  !  listen  to  our  broken  sighs, 

And  grant  us  all  our  wants. 

5  Give  us,  O  Lord  !  a  place, 

Within  thy  blest  abode, 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, — 
The  servants  of  our  God. 

^HQ  c  M 

'J \J  V  •  The  Glory  of  Zion. 

1  HOW  honorable  is  the  place, 

Where  we  adoring  stand  ; 
Zion  ! — the  glory  of  the  earth, 
And  beauty  of  the  land. 

2  Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  defend 

The  city  where  we  dwell ; 
The  walls,  of  strong  salvation  made, 
Defy  th'  assaults  of  hell. 

3  Lift  up  the  everlasting  gates, 

The  doors  wide  open  fling ; 
Enter,  ye  nations  that  obey 
The  statutes  of  our  king  ! 

4  Here  shall  you  taste  unmingled  joys, 

And  live  in  perfect  peace, — 
You  that  have  known  Jehovah's  name, 
And  ventured  on  his  grace  ! 

5  Trust  in  the  Lord,  for  ever  trust, 

And  banish  all  your  fears  : 
Strength,  in  the  Lord  Jehovah,  dwells, 
Eternal  as  his  years. 

*J  J-  V/.  The  Churchy  the  Palace  of  God. 

1  HAPPY  the  church,  thou  sacred  place, 
The  seat  of  thy  Creator's  grace  ! 
Thy  holy  courts  are  his  abode, 
Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God ! 


511 


SANCTUARY.  521 

Thy  walls  are  strength, — and  at  thy  gates 
A  guard  of  heavenly  warriors  waits  ; 
Nor  shall  thy  deep  foundation  move, 
Fixed  on  his  counsels  and  his  love. 

Thy  foes  in  vain  designs  engage — 
Against  thy  throne  in  vain  they  rage, 
Like  rising  waves,  with  angry  roar, 
That  dash  and  die  upon  the  shore. 

God  is  our  shield,  and  God  our  sun  ; 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 
On  us  he  sheds  new  beams  of  grace, 
And  we  reflect  his  brightest  praise. 

H.  M. 

The  House  of  Prayer. 

1  GREAT  Father  of  mankind  ! 

We  bless  that  wondrous  grace, 
Which  could  for  Gentiles  find, 

Within  thy  courts,  a  place : 
How  kind  the  care 

Our  God  displays, 

For  us  to  raise 
A  house  of  prayer  ! 

2  Though  once  estranged  afar, 

We  now  approach  the  throne, 
For  Jesus  brings  us  near, 

And  makes  our  cause  his  own 
Strangers  no  more, 

To  thee  we  come  ; 

We  find  our  home, 
And  rest  secure. 

3  To  thee  our  souls  we  join, 

And  love  thy  sacred  name  : 
No  more  our  own,  but  thine, 

We  triumph  in  thy  claim ; 
Our  Father-King ! 

Thy  covenant-grace 

Our  souls  embrace, 
Thy  titles  sing. 

4  Let  all  the  nations  throng 

To  worship  in  thy  house  ; 
And  thou  attend  the  song, 
And  smile  upon  their  vows, 
44* 


/// 


522  HYMNS. 

Indulgent  still, 
Till  earth  conspire 
To  join  the  choir, 

On  Zion's  hill. 


512 


7s. 
Tlie  House  of  Prayer  and  Praise. 

1  LORD  of  hosts  !  to  thee  we  raise, 
Here,  a  house  of  prayer  and  praise; 
Thou  thy  people's  heart  prepare, 
Here  to  meet  for  praise  and  prayer. 

2  Let  the  living  here  be  fed, 

With  thy  word,  the  heavenly  bread  ; 
Here,  in  hope  of  glory  blest, 
May  the  dead  be  laid  to  rest. 

3  Here,  to  thee  a  temple  stand, 
While  the  sea  shall  girt  the  land ; 
Here,  reveal  thy  mercy  sure, 
While  the  sun  and  moon  endure. 

4  Hallelujah  ! — earth  and  sky 
To  the  joyful  sound  reply  : 
Hallelujah  ! — hence  ascend 
Prayer  and  praise,  till  time  shall  end. 


513 


L.  M. 

On  opening  a  House  of  Worship. 

HERE,  in  thy  name,  eternal  God  ! 

We  build  this  earthly  house  for  thee , 
Oh !  make  it  now  thy  fixed  abode, 

And  keep  it,  Lord  !  from  error  free. 

When  here  thy  people  seek  thy  face, 
And  dying  sinners  pray  to  live ; 

Hear  thou,  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place, 
And  when  thou  nearest,  Lord  !  forgive. 

Here,  when  thy  messengers  proclaim, 
The  blessed  gospel  of  thy  Son  ; 

Still,  by  the  power  of  his  great  name, 
Be  mighty  signs  and  wonders  done. 

When  children's  voices  raise  the  song, — 
Hosanna  to  their  heavenly  King ; 

Let  heaven,  with  earth,  the  strain  prolong- 
"  Hosanna  !"  let  the  angels  sing. 


SANCTUARY.  523 

5  But  will,  indeed,  Jehovah  deign, 

Here  to  abide, — no  transient  guest  1 
Here,  will  our  great  Redeemer  reign, 
And  here,  the  Holy  Spirit  rest? — 

6  Thy  glory  never  hence  depart! 

Yet  choose  not,  Lord  !  this  house  alone  i 
Thy  kingdom  come,  in  every  heart, — 
In  every,  bosom,  fix  thy  throne. 

/r-i    a  l.  m. 

vIt^*  Prayer  on  opening  a  Church-Edifice. 

1  WITHIN  thy  house,  O  Lord  our  God ! 

In  glorious  majesty  appear  ; 
Make  this  a  place  of*  thine  abode, 
And  shed  thy  choicest  blessings  here. 

2  When  we  thy  mercy-seat  surround, 

Thy  Spirit,  with  thy  word,  impart ; 
And  let  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound, 

With  power  divine,  reach  every  heart. 

3  Here,  let  the  blind  their  sight  obtain, 

Here,  give  the  broken  spirit  rest ; 
Let  Jesus  here  triumphant  reign, — 
Enthroned  in  every  yielding  breast. 

4  Here,  let  the  voice  of  sacred  joy 

And  humble  supplication  rise, 
Till  higher  strains  our  tongues  employ, 
In  realms  of  bliss,  beyond  the  skies. 

A1^  CM. 

*J  ±  %J  •  Dedication  of  a  Church. 

1  GOD  of  the  universe  !  to  thee 

This  sacred  fane  we  rear, 
And  now,  with  songs  and  bended  knee, 
Invoke  thy  presence  here. 

2  Long  may  this  echoing  dome  resound 

The  praises  of  thy  name, — 
These  hallowed  walls  to  all  around 
The  Triune  God  proclaim. 

3  Here,  let  thy  love — thy  presence  dwell, — 

Thy  glory  here  make  known  ; 
Thy  people's  home,  Oh  !  come,  and  fill, 
And  seal  it  as  thine  own. 


524  HYMNS. 

4  When  sad  with  care — by  sin  oppressed,- 

Here  may  the  burdened  soul, 
Beneath  thy  sheltering  wing,  rind  rest; 
Here,  make  the  wounded  whole. 

5  And  when  the  last  long  Sabbath-morn, 

Upon  the  just,  shall  rise, 
May  all,  who  own  thee  here,  be  borne 
To  mansions  in  the  skies. 


MINISTRY. 


fJ  JL  \J  •  The  Heralds  of  Christ. 

1  HOW  beauteous  are  their  feet, 

Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ! 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal  1 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  I 

How  sweet  the  tidings  are  ! — 
"  Zion  !  behold  thy  Saviour-King, 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here  !" 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound  ! 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for 
And  sought,  but  never  found 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 

That  see  this  heavenly  light  \ 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

{>  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  army 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad; 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 


517 


MINISTRY.  525 

L.  M. 

Toe  great  Commission. 

1  "  GO,  preach  my  gospel !" — saith  the  Lord, — 

"Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive  ; 
He  shall  be  saved  who  trusts  my  word ; 
He  shall  be  damned  who  don't  believe 

2  "  I  '11  make  your  great  commission  known, 

And  ye  shall  prove  my  gospel  true. 
By  all  the  works  that  1  have  done, 
By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

3  "  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands, — 

I  'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end  ; 
All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands, 
I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend." 

4  He  spake — and  light  shone  round  his  head  ; 

On  a  bright  cloud,  to  heaven  he  rode  : 
They  to  the  farthest  nations  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 

/r-iq  cm. 

tJJL\-/»  Ministers  icatch  for  Souls. 

1  LET  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake, 

And  take  th'  alarm  they  give ; 
Now  let  them,  from  the  mouth  of  God, 
Their  awful  charge  receive. 

2  'T  is  not  a  cause  of  small  import 

The  pastor's  care  demands ; 
But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart ; — 
It  filled  a  Saviour's  hands. 

3  They  watch  for  souls,  for  which  the  Lord 

Did  heavenly  bliss  forego  ; — 
For  souls,  that  must  for  ever  live, 
In  raptures,  or  in  wo. 

4  All  to  the  great  tribunal  haste, 

Th'  account  to  render  there  ; 
And  shouldst  thou  strictly  mark  our  faults, 
Lord  !  how  should  we  "appear ! 

5  May  they  that  Jesus,  whom  they  preach, 

Their  own  Redeemer  see  ; 
And  watch  thou  daily  o'er  their  souls, 
That  they  may  wa'tch  for  thee. 


526  HYMNS. 


519 


L.  M. 

Meeting  of  Ministers. 

POUR  out  thy  Spirit  from  on  high ; 

Lord  !  thine  assembled  servants  bless ; 
Graces  and  gifts  to  each  supply, 

And  clothe  thy  priests  with  righteousness. 

Within  thy  temple  where  we  stand, 
To  teach  the  truth  as  taught  by  thee, 

Saviour  !  like  stars,  in  thy  right  hand, 
The  angels  of  the  churches  be  ! 

Wisdom  and  zeal,  and  faith  impart, 
Firmness  with  meekness  from  above, 

To  bear  thy  people  on  our  hearts, 

And  love  the  souls  whom  thou  dost  love  «- 

To  watch  and  pray,  and  never  faint ; 

By  day  and  night  strict  guard  to  keep ; 
To  warn  the  sinner,  cheer  the  saint, 

Nourish  thy  lambs,  and  feed  thy  sheep. 

Then,  when  our  work  is  finished  here, 
In  humble  hope,  our  charge  resign  : 

When  the  chief  Shepherd  shall  appear, 
O  God  !  may  they  and  we  be  thine. 


520. 


C.  M. 

The  Death  of  a  Minitter. 

NOW  let  our  drooping  hearts  revive, 

And  all  our  tears  be  dry  : 
Why  should  those  eyes  be  drowned  in  grief 

That  view  a  Saviour  nigh  1 

Though  earthly  shepherds  dwell  in  dust, — 

The  aged  and  the  young  ; 
The  watchful  eye,  in  darkness  closed, 

And  mute  th'  instructive  tongue  ; — 

Th'  eternal  shepherd  still  survives, 

New  comfort  to  impart ; 
His  eye  still  guides  us — and  his  voice 

Still  animates  our  heart. 

"  Lo  !  I  am  with  you,"  saith  the  Lord, 
"  My  church  shall  safe  abide  ;" 

The  Lord  will  ne'er  forsake  his  own 
Who  in  his  love  confide. 


MINISTRY.  527 

5  Through  every  scene  of  life  and  death, 
His  promise  is  our  trust ; 
And  this  shall  be  our  children's  song, 
When  we  are  cold  in  dust. 

^91  SM 

*)&  J.  •  The  Pastor's  Death. 

1  REST  from  thy  labor,  rest  ;— 

Soul  of  the  just,  set  free  ! 
Blest  be  thy  memory,  and  blest 
Thy  bright  example  be  ! 

2  Faith,  perseverance,  zeal, 

Language  of  light  and  power, 
Love, — prompt  to  act,  and  quick  to  feel, — 
Marked  thee,  till  life's  last  hour. 

3  Now, — toil  and  conflict  o'er, — 

Go,  take  with  saints  thy  place : 
But  go — as  each  hath  gone  before, — 
A  sinner  saved  by  grace. 

4  Lord  Jesus  !  to  thy  hands 

Our  pastor  we  resign  ; 
And  now  we  wait  thine  own  commands  ;— 
We  were  not  his,  but  thine. 

5  Thou  art  thy  church's  head; 

And  when  the  members  die, 
Thou  raisest  others  in  their  stead : — 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eye. 

6  On  thee  our  hopes  depend ; 

We  gather  round  our  Rock  ; 
Send  whom  thou  wilt ;  but  condescend 
Thyself  to  feed  thy  flock. 

^99  s  m 

*J6*Aj  •  The  Death  of  an  aged  Minister. 

1  »  SERVANT  of  God  !  well  done  ! 

Rest  from  thy  loved  employ  : 
The  battle  fought, — the  vict'ry  won, — 
Enter  thy  Master's  joy." 

2  The  voice  at  midnight  came, 

He  started  up  to  hear  ; 
A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame, 
He  fell — but  felt  no  fear. 

3  Tranquil  amid  alarms, 

It  found  him  on  the  field, 


528  HYMNS. 

A  veteran  slumbering  on  his  arms, 
Beneath  his  red-cross  shield. 

4  The  pains  of  death  are  past, — 

Labor  and  sorrow  cease  ; 
And,  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last 
His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 

5  Soldier  of  Christ !  well-done  ! 

Praise  be  thy  new  employ  ; 
And  while  eternal  ages  run, 
Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy  ! 


CHRISTIAN    MISSIONS. 


523, 


7s. 
Inquiring  of  a  Watchman. 


WATCHMAN  !  tell  us  of  the  night. 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are  1 
Traveler  !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height1 

See  that  glory-beaming  star  : 
Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  7 
Traveler  !  yes  ; — it  brings  the  day, — 

Promised  day  of  Israel. 

Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night ; — 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends  ; 
Traveler  !  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends 
Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Traveler !  ages  are  its  own, 

See  !  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn  ; 
Traveler  !  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn  : 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wanderings  cease 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home  ; 
Traveler  !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  peace, — 

Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come  ! 


CHRISTIAN  MISSIONS.  599 

KG  A  H M- 

*J& *-# •  Christian  Effort. 

1  RISE,  gracious  God  !  and  shine 

In  all  thy  saving  might : 
And  prosper  each  design, 

To  spread  thy  glorious  light : 
Let  healing  streams  of  mercy  flow, 
That  all  the  earth  thy  truth  may  know. 

2  Put  forth  thy  glorious  power  ! 

The  nations  then  will  see, 
And  earth  present  her  store, 

In  converts  born  of  thee  : 
God,  our  own  God,  his  church  will  bless, 
And  earth  shall  yield  her  full  increase. 

KC)rX  8s  and  7s. 

tz/Wt/f  The  Heathen  crying  for  Help. 

1  HARK  !  what  mean  those  lamentations, 

Rolling  sadly  through  the  sky  1 
'T  is  the  cry  of  heathen  nations,— 
"  Come  and  help  us  or  we  die  1" 

2  Hear  the  heathen's  sad  complaining, 

Christians  !  hear  their  dying  cry  ; 

And,  the  love  of  Christ  constraining, 

Haste  to  help  them,  ere  they  die. 

KQn  7s  and  6s. 

tz/OUt  The  Gospel- Banner. 

1  NOW  be  the  gospel-banner, 

In  every  land,  unfurled  ; 
And  be  the  shout. — "  Hosanna  !" — 

Re-echoed  through  the  world  ; 
Till  every  isle  and  nation, 

Till  every  tribe  and  tongue 
Receive  the  great  salvation, 

And  join  the  happy  throng. 

%  What,  though  th'  embattled  legions 
Of  earth  and  hell  combine] 
His  arm,  throughout  their  regions, 

Shall  soon  resplendent  shine  : 
Ride  on,  O  Lord  !  victorious, 

Immanuel,  Prince  of  peace  ! 
Thy  triumph  shall  be  glorious,— 
Thy  empire  still  increase. 
45 


530  HYMNS. 

3  Yes, — thou  shalt  reign  for  ever, 
O  Jesus,  King  of  kings  ! 
Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  favor, 

Each  ransomed  captive  sings : 
The  isles  for  thee  are  waiting, 

The  deserts  learn  thy  praise, 
The  hills  and  vallies  greeting, 
The  song  responsive  raise. 
AO7  t.  m. 

^/W  I  •  Missionary  Meeting. 

1  ASSEMBLED  at  thy  great  command, 
Before  thy  face,  dread  King  !  we  stand  : 
The  voice,  that  marshalled  every  star, 
Has  called  thy  people  from  afar. 

2  We  meet,  through  distant  lands,  to  spread 
The  truth  for  which  the  martyrs  bled  ; 
Along  the  line,  to  either  pole, 

The  thunder  of  thy  praise  to  roll. 

3  Our  prayers  assist,  accept  our  praise, 
Our  hopes  revive,  our  courage  raise, 
Our  counsels  aid,  to  each  impart 
The  single  eye,  the  faithful  heart. 

4  Forth  with  thy  chosen  heralds  come, 
Recall  the  wandering  spirits  home  ; 
From  Zion's  mount  send  forth  the  sound 
To  spread  the  spacious  earth  around. 

/rr>Q  v  »• 

*J&\-)»  The  Heralds  pointing  out  the  War/. 

1  NOW  let  our  faith  with  joy  survey 
The  glories  of  the  latter  day  : 

Its  dawn  already  seems  begun, — 
Sure  earnest  of  the  rising  sun. 

2  The  friends  of  truth  assembled  stand, — 
A  chosen  consecrated  band, 

The  emblem  of  the  cross  display, 
And  cry  aloud, — "Behold  the  way!" 

3  Behold  the  way  to  Zion's  hill, 
Where  Israel's  God  delights  to  dwell : 
He  fixes  there  his  lofty  throne, 

And  calls  the  sacred  place  his  own. 

4  "Behold  the  way  !"  ye  heralds  !  cry  , 
Spare  not,  but  lift  your  voices  high : 


CHRISTIAN  MISSIONS.  531 

Convey  the  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
And  bid  the  captive  sigh  no  more. 
5  Auspicious  dawn  !  thy  rising  ray, 
With  joy,  we  view,  and  hail  the  day  : 
Thou  Sun  !  arise,  supremely  bright, 
And  fill  the  world  with  purest  light. 

O/^  t/  .  The  Heralds  of  Christ. 

1  CAPTAIN  of  thine  exalted  host ! 

Display  thy  glorious  banner  high  ; 
The  summons  send,  from  coast  to  coast, 
And  call  a  numerous  army  nigh. 

2  A  solemn  jubilee  proclaim, — 

Proclaim  the  great  sabbatic  day  ; 
Assert  the  glories  of  thy  name  ; 
Spoil  Satan  of  his  wished-for  prey. 

3  Oh  !  bid  thy  heralds  publish  loud 

The  peaceful  blessings  of  thy  reign ; 
And  when  they  speak  of  sprinkled  blood, 
The  mystery  to  the  heart  explain. 

%.ftJ\J»  Missionaries  encouraged. 

1  YE  messengers  of  Christ ! 

His  sovereign  voice  obey  ; 
Arise,  and  follow  where  he  leads, 
And  peace  attend  your  way. 

2  The  Master,  whom  you  serve, 

Will  needful  strength  bestow ; 
Depending  on  his  promised  aid, 
With  sacred  courage  go. 

3  Go,  spread  the  Saviour's  name ; 

Go,  tell  his  matchless  grace  ; 
Proclaim  salvation,  full  and  free, 
To  Adam's  guilty  race. 

4  Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains, 

And  hell  in  vain  oppose  ; 
The  cause  is  God's — and  will  prevail 
In  spite  of  all  his  foes. 

£rOl  8s,  7s  and  4. 

Is*-*  J-  •  Departure  of  Missionaries. 

1  MEN  of  God  !  go  take  your  stations ; 
Darkness  reigns  o'er  all  the  earth 


532  HYMNS. 

Go,  proclaim  among  the  nations, 
Joyful  news  of  heavenly  birth; 

Bear  the  tidings — 

Tidings  of  the  Saviour's  worth. 

2  When  exposed  to  fearful  dangers, 
Jesus  will  his  own  defend  : 

Borne  afar  midst  foes  and  strangers, 
Jesus  will  appear  your  friend ; 

And  his  presence 

Shall  be  with  you  to  the  end. 

£CQQ  7s  and  6s. 

*-/&*+/•  Departure  of  Missionaries. 

1  ROLL  on,  thou  mighty  ocean  ! 

And,  as  thy  billows  flow, 
Bear  messengers  of  mercy, 

To  every  vale  of  wo  : 
Arise,  ye  gales  !  and  waft  them, 

Safe  to  their  destined  shore  ; 
That  men  may  sit  in  darkness 

And  death's  black  shade  no  more. 

2  O  thou  eternal  Ruler ! 

Who  holdest  in  thine  arm 
The  tempests  of  the  ocean, — 

Deliver  them  from  harm  : 
Thy  presence  still  be  with  them 

Wherever  they  may  be  ; 
Though  far  from  those  who  love  them, 

Let  them  be  nigh  to  thee. 

/^QQ  8s,  7s  and  4. 

OOO*  The  Heralds  of  Salvation. 

1  ON  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 

Lo  !  the  sacred  herald  stands  ; 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing,— 
Zion  long  in  hostile  lands : 

Mourning  captive ! 
God  himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful, 

All  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved  1 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved] 

Cease  thy  mourning  ; — 
Zion  still  is  well-beloved. 


CHRISTIAN  MISSIONS.  538 

3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee, 

He  himself  appears  thy  friend ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee, 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end ; 

Great  deliverance — 
Zion's  king  will  quickly  send. 

4  Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  thee, 

All  thy  warfare  now  is  past, 
God,  thy  Saviour,  shall  defend  thee, 
Peace  and  joy  are  come  at  last ; 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlasting  rest. 

D  O  4fc  •  The  Messengers  of  God. 

1  GO — ye  messengers  of  God  ! 

Like  the  beams  of  morning,  fly ; 
Take  the  wonder-working  rod, 
Wave  the  Banner-Cross  on  high. 

2  Where  the  towering  minaret 

Gleams  along  the  morning-skies, 
Wave  it  till  the  crescent  set, 
And  the  "Star  of  Jacob"  rise. 

3  Go  to  many  a  tropic  isle, 

In  the  bosom  of  the  deep, 
Where  the  skies  for  ever  smile, 
And  th'  oppressed  for  ever  weep. 

4  O'er  the  negro's  night  of  care 

Pour  the  living  light  of  heaven  ; 
Chase  away  the  fiend  despair, — 
Bid  him  hope  to  be  forgiven. 

5  Where  the  golden  gates  of  day 

Open  on  the  palmy  east, 
Wide  the  bleeding  cross  display, — 
Spread  the  gospel's  richest  feast. 

6  Circumnavigate  the  ball, 

Visit  every  soil  and  sea: 
Preach  the  cross  of  Christ  to  all, — 
Christ,  whose  love  is  full  and  free. 

U*J*J*  Promised  Aid. 

1  GO,  and  the  Saviour's  grace  proclaim 
Ye  favored  men  of  God  ! 
45* 


534  HYMNS. 

Go,  publish,  through  Immanuel's  name, 
Salvation  bought  with  blood. 

2  What  though  your  arduous  path-way  lie 

Through  regions  dark  as  death? 
What  though,  your  faith  and  zeal  to  try, 
Perils  beset  your  path  1 — 

3  Yet,  with  determined  courage,  go, 

And  armed  with  power  divine  : 
Your  God  will  needful  strength  bestow, 
And  on  your  labors  shine. 

4  He,  who  has  called  you  to  the  war, 

Will  recompense  your  pains  : 
Before  Messiah's  conquering  car, 
Shall  mountains  sink  to  plains. 

5  Shrink  not,  though  earth  and  hell  oppose, 

But  plead  your  Master's  cause  ;    * 
Assured  that  e'en  your  mightiest  foe 
Shall  bow  before  his  cross. 

AOfi  C    M. 

t/f  U,  Designation  of  a  Missionary. 

1  FATHER  of  mercies  !  condescend 

To  hear  our  fervent  prayer, 
While  this  our  brother  we  commend 
To  thy  paternal  care. 

2  Before  him  set  an  open  door  ; 

His  various  efforts  bless  ; 
On  him  thy  Holy  Spirit  pour, 
And  crown  him  with  success. 

3  Endow  him  with  a  heavenly  mind  ; 

Supply  his  every  need  ; 
Make  him  in  spirit  meek,  resigned, 
B-.it  bold  in  word  and  deed. 

4  In  every  tempting,  trying  hour, 

Uphold  him,  by  thy  grace ; 
And  guard  him,  by  thy  mighty  power. 
Till  he  shall  end  his  race. 

5  Then,  followed  by  a  numerous  train, 

Gathered  from  heathen  lands, 
A  crown  of  life  rmy  he  obtain, 
From  his  Redeemer's  hands. 


537. 


CHRISTIAN  MISSIONS.  535 

L.  M. 

Commission  to  the  Gentiles. 

1  GO — messenger  of  peace  and  love  ! 

To  nations  plunged  in  shades  of  night; 
Like  angels  sent  from  fields  above, 
Be  thine  to  shed  celestial  light. 

2  Go,  to  the  hungry  food  impart ; 

To  paths  of  peace  the  wanderer  guide, 
And  lead  the  thirsty,  panting  heart, 
Where  streams  of  living  waters  glide. 

3  Go,  bid  the  bright  and  morning-star, 

From  Bethlehem's  plains  resplendent  shine, 
And,  piercing  through  the  gloom  afar, 
Shed  heavenly  light  and  love  divine. 

4  To  India's  various  castes,  proclaim 

The  gospel's  soft,  but  powerful  voice ; 
And,  at  the  blest  Redeemer's  name, 
Let  ocean's  lonely  isles  rejoice. 

5  From  north  to  south,  from  east  to  west, 

Messiah  yet  shall  reign  supreme  ; 
His  name,  by  every  tongue,  confessed, — 
His  praise. — the  universal  theme. 

^OO  ft  M. 

•_/?-/  w  •  Prayer  for  Israel. 

1  LORD  !  send  thy  servants  forth 

To  call  the  Hebrews  home  ; 
From  east,  and  west,  and  south,  and  north, 
Let  all  the  wanderers  come. 

2  Where'er,  in  lands  unknown, 

The  fugitives  remain, 
Bid  every  creature  help  them  on, 
Thy  holy  mount  to  gain. 

3  An  offering  to  the  Lord, 

There  let  them  all  be  seen, 
Sprinkled  with  water  and  with  blood, 
In  soul  and  body  clean. 

4  With  Israel's  myriads  sealed, 

Let  all  the  nations  meet ; 
And  show  the  mystery  fulfilled, — 
Thy  family  complete. 


536  HYMNS. 


539 


8s,  7s  and  4. 
The  Missionary's  Farewell. 

1  YES, — my  native  land  !  I  love  thee ; 

All  thy  scenes  I  love  them  well ; — 
Friends,  connexions,  happy  country ! 
Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell] 

Can  I  leave  you. 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell? 

2  Home  ! — thy  joys  are  passing  lovely,— 

Joys  no  stranger-heart  can  tell ; 
Happy  home  ! — 't  is  sure  I  love  thee  ! 

Can  I — can  I  say — Farewell  ? 
Can  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell? 

3  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 

Holy  days  and  Sabbath-bell, 
Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure  ! 
Can  I  say  a  last  farewell? 

Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

4  Yes !  I  hasten  from  you  gladly, 

From  the  scenes  I  love  so  well ; 
Far  away,  ye  billows  !  bear  me  ; 
Lovely  native  land  ! — farewell ! 

Pleased  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

5  In  the  deserts  let  me  labor, 

On  the  mountains  let  me  tell, 
How  he  died — the  blessed  Saviour — 
To  redeem  a  world  from  hell ! 

Let  me  hasten, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

6  Bear  me  on,  thou  restless  ocean  ! 

Let  the  winds  my  canvass  swell : 
Heaves  my  heart  with  warm  emotion, 
While  I  go  far  hence  to  dwell : 

Glad  I  bid  thee, 
Native  land  ! — Farewell !— Farewell ! 

E\  A  C\  L  M' 

t/TPv/t  Missionaries  remembered. 

1  MARKED  as  the  purpose  of  the  skies, 
This  promise  meets  our  anxious  eyes,— 


CHRISTIAN  MISSIONS.  537 

That  heathen  lands  the  Lord  shall  know, 
And  warm  with  faith  each  bosom  glow. 

2  E'en  now  the  hallowed  scenes  appear  ; 
E'en  now  unfolds  the  promised  year : 
Lo  !  distant  shores  thy  heralds  trace, 
And  bear  the  tidings  of  thy  grace. 

3  Mid  burning  climes  and  frozen  plains, 
Where  pagan  darkness  brooding  reigns, 
Lord  !  mark  their  steps,  their  fears  subdue, 
And  nerve  their  arm,  and  clear  their  view. 

4  When,  worn  by  toil,  their  spirits  fail, 
Bid  them  the  glorious  future  hail ; 
Bid  them  the  crown  of  life  survey. 
And  onward  urge  their  conquering  way 


SPREAD    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 


/yi  l.m. 

vtd1»  Prayer  for  the  Millennium. 

1  JESUS  !  we  bow  before  thy  throne, 

We  lift  our  eyes  to  seek  thy  face ; 
To  bleeding  hearts  thy  love  make  known, 
On  contrite  souls  bestow  thy  grace. 

2  See,  spread  beneath  thy  gracious  eye, 

A  world  o'erwhelmed  in  guilt  and  tears, 
Where  deathless  souls  in  ruin  lie, 

And  no  kind  voice  dispels  their  fears  ! 

3  Lord  !  arm  thy  truth  with  power  divine, 

Its  conquests  spread  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  and  stars  forget  to  shine, 
And  earth  and  skies  shall  be  no  more. 

4  Oh  !  rise,  ye  ransomed  captives  !  rise, 

Peal  the  loud  anthem  here  below ; 
Let  earth  reflect  it  to  the  skies, 

And  heaven  with  new-born  rapture  glow. 

KAO  c.m. 

iJHti&i  Returning  to  Zion. 

1  DAUGHTER  of  Zion  !  from  the  dust 
Exalt  thy  fallen  head  ; 


538  HYMNS. 

Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust, — 
He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 

2  Awake,  awake,  put  on  thy  strength, — 

Thy  beautiful  array ; 
The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, — 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

3  Rebuild  thy  walls,  thy  bounds  enlarge, 

And  send  thy  heralds  forth  : 
Say  to  the  south, — "  Give  up  thy  charge, 
And  keep  not  back,  O  north !" 

4  They  come,  they  come ; — thine  exiled  bands 

Where'er  they  rest  or  roam, 
Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 
And  hasten  to  their  home. 

5  Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  burn, 

And  God  his  works  destroy, 
With  songs,  thy  ransomed  shall  return,^ 
And  everlasting  joy. 

tJHtiO*  The  Gcipel-Trumpet. 

1  YE  trembling  captives  !  hear  ; 

The  gospel-trumpet  sounds ; 
No  music  more  can  charm  the  ear, 
Or  heal  your  heart-felt  wounds. 

2  'T  is  not  the  trump  of  war, 

Nor  Sinai's  awful  roar ; 
Salvation's  news  it  spreads  afar, 
And  vengeance  is  no  more. 

3  Forgiveness,  love,  and  peace, 

Glad  heaven  aloud  proclaims  , 
And  earth,  the  jubilee's  release, 
With  eager  rapture  claims. 

4  Far,  far  to  distant  lands 

The  saving  news  shall  spread  ; 
And  Jesus  all  his  willing  bands, 
In  glorious  triumph,  lead. 


544 


S.M. 
Prayer  for  Success. 

1  O  LORD,  our  God  !  arise, 

The  cause  of  truth  maintain; 


SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL.  539 

And  wide  o'er  all  the  peopled  world 
Extend  her  blessed  reign. 

2  Thou  Prince  of  life  !  arise, 

Nor  let  thy  glory  cease  ; 
Far  spread  the  conquests  of  thy  grace 
And  bless  the  earth  with  peace. 

3  Thou  Holy  Ghost!  arise, 

Expand  thy  quickening  wing, 
And  o'er  a  dark  and  ruined  world 
Let  light  and  order  spring. 

4  All  on  the  earth  !  arise, 

To  God,  the  Saviour,  sing, 
From  shore  to  shore,  from  earth  to  heaven, 
Let  echoing  anthems  ring. 

*jj~  l.m. 

*J£±*Jo  The  Time  to  favor  Zion. 

1  SOVEREIGN  of  worlds  !  display  thy  power, 
Be  this  thy  Zion's  favored  hour ; 

Bid  the  bright  morning-star  arise, 
And  point  the  nations  to  the  skies. 

2  Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns, 
On  Afric  s  shore,  on  India's  plains ; 
Far  let  the  gospel's  sound  be  known, 
And  claim  the  nations  for  thy  own. 

3  Speak — and  the  world  shall  hear  thy  voice; 
Speak, — and  the  desert  shall  rejoice  ; 
Scatter  the  gloom  of  heathen  night ; 

Bid  every  nation  hail  the  light. 

vtpvi  Millenn  ial  Days. 

1  LORD  !  send  thy  word,  and  let  it  fly, 

Armed  with  thy  Spirit's  power  ; 
Ten  thousands  shall  confess  its  sway, 
And  bless  the  saving  hour. 

2  Beneath  the  influence  of  thy  grace 

The  barren  wastes  shall  rise, 
With  sudden  green  and  fruits  arrayed— 
A  blooming  paradise. 

3  Peace,  with  her  olive-crown  shall  stretch 

Her  v  ings  from  shore  to  shore  ; 


540  HYMNS. 

The  nations  of  the  earth  shall  hear 
The  sound  of  war  no  more. 

4  Lord  !  for  those  days  we  wait ; — those  day 

Are  in  thy  word  foretold  : 
Fly  swifter,  sun  and  stars !  and  bring 
This  promised  age  of  gold. 

5  Amen  ! — with  joy  divine,  let  earth's 

Unnumbered  myriads  cry ; 
Amen  ! — with  joy  divine,  let  heaven's 
Unnumbered  choirs  reply. 


547 


548 


S.  M. 
Prayer  for  all  Lands. 

O  GOD  of  sovereign  grace  ! 

We  bow  before  thy  throne  ; 
And  plead,  for  all  the  human  race, 

The  merits  of  thy  Son. 

Spread  through  the  earth,  O  Lord  ! 

The  knowledge  of  thy  ways ; 
And  let  all  lands,  with  joy,  record 

The  great  Redeemer's  praise. 

7s. 
Jesus  shall  reign. 

1  HARK ! — the  song  of  jubilee, 
Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, — 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 
When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore, — 
"  Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 

God  Omnipotent,  shall  reign !" 
Hallelujah  !  let  the  word 
Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

2  "Hallelujah  !"— - hark  !— the  sound, 
From  the  centre  to  the  skies, 
Wakes,  above,  beneath,  around, 
All  creation's  harmonies : 

See  Jehovah's  banners  furled, 
Sheathed  his  sword  !  he  speaks — 't  is  done, 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 
Are  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 
With  illimitable  sway : 


549 


SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL.  541 

He  shall  reign,  when,  like  a  scroll, 
Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away ; 
Then  the  end  ; — beneath  his  rod, 
Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall ; 
Hallelujah  ! — Christ  in  God, 
God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all. 

L.  M. 

Prayer  for  Zion. 

1  INDULGENT  Sovereign  of  the  skies  ! 

And  wilt  thou  bow  thy  gracious  earl 
While  feeble  mortals  raise  their  cries, 
Wilt  thou,  the  great  Jehovah,  hear  ? 

2  How  shall  thy  servants  give  thee  rest, 

Till  Zion's  mouldering  walls  thou  raise? 
Till  thine  own  power  shall  stand  confessed, 
And  make  Jerusalem  a  praise  1 

3  Look  down,  O  God !  with  pitying  eye, 

And  view  the  desolations  round ; 
See,  what  wide  realms  in  darkness  lie, 
What  scenes  of  wo  and  crime  abound ! 

4  Loud  let  the  gospel-trumpet  blow, 

And  call  the  nations  from  afar; 
Let  all  the  isles  their  Saviour  know, 
And  eaith's  remotest  ends  draw  near. 

tJtJ\J*  Prayer  for  the  Reign  of  Christ. 

1  JESUS,  immortal  King  !  arise ; 

Rise  and  assert  thy  sway  ; 
Till  earth,  subdued,  its  tribute  bring, 
And  distant  lands  obey. 

2  Ride  forth,  victorious  Conqueror  !  ride, 

Till  all  thy  foes  submit ; 
And  all  the  powers  of  hell  resign 
Their  trophies  at  thy  feet. 

3  Send  forth  thy  word,  and  let  it  fly, 

This  spacious  earth  around  ; 

Till  every  soul  beneath  the  sun 

Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound. 

4  From  sea  to  sea,  from  shore  to  shore, 

May  Jesus  be  adored  ; 
46 


542  HYMNS. 

And  earth,  with  all  her  millions,  shout»— 
Hosannas  to  the  Lord. 

pT  pf  -1  7s  and  6s. 

OO  ±  •  The  State  of  the  Heathen. 

1  FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palm)''  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, — 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  1 — 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness. 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, — 
Shall  we,  to  men  benighted, 

The  lamp  of  life  deny ! 
Salvation  !  O  Salvation  ! — 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft — waft,  ye  winds  !  his  story 

And  you,  ye  waters  !  roll, — 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Till,  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

^9  LM- 

KJ  <./  Aj  •  Zion  encouraged. 

1  ZION  !  awake,  thy  strength  renew, 
Put  on  thy  robes  of  beauteous  hue  ; 
And  let  th'  admiring  world  behold 
The  king's  fair  daughter  clothed  in  gold 


SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL.  543 

2  Church  of  our  God  !  arise  and  shine, 
Bright  with  the  beams  of  truth  divine : 
Then  shall  thy  radiance  stream  afar, 
Wide  as  the  heathen  nations  are. 

3  Gentiles  and  kings  thy  light  shall  view  ; 
All  shall  admire  and  love  thee  too  ; — 
Shall  come,  like  clouds  across  the  sky 
Or  doves  that  to  their  windows  fly. 

*J*J*J»  Prayer  fur  Missionaries. 

1  GREAT  God  !  the  nations  of  the  earth 

Are  by  creation  thine ; 
And  in  thy  works, from  nature's  birth, 
Thy  radiant  glories  shine. 

2  But,  Lord  !  thy  greater  love  hath  sent 

Thy  gospel  to  our  race ; 
Unveiling  thy  divine  intent 
Of  rich  redeeming  grace. 

3  Soon  may  these  gracious  tidings  roll 

The  spacious  earth  around, 

Till  every  tribe  and  every  soul 

Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound. 

4  Then,  to  her  sable  sons  conveyed, 

Shall  Afric  learn  thy  word,  * 
And  vassals,  long-enslaved,  become 
The  freemen  of  the  Lord. 

5  When  shall  the  scattered  wanderers  meet, 

That  now  in  darkness  rove, 
And  gathered  round  Immanuel's  feet, 
Sing  of  his  saving  love  ] 

6  O  Lord !  each  faithful  effort  own, 

To  spread  the  gospel-rays  ; 
And  rear,  on  sin's  demolished  throne, 
The  temples  of  thy  praise. 


554 


H.  M. 

Prophecy  fulfilled. 

1  ALL  hail !  incarnate  God  ! 

The  wondrous  things  foretold 
Of  thee,  in  sacred  writ, 
With  joy  our  eyes  behold  ; 


544  HYMNS 

Still  doth  thine  arm  new  trophies  wear, 
And  monuments  of  glory  rear. 

2  Oh  !  haste,  victorious  Prince  ! 

That  glorious  happy  day, 
When  souls,  like  drops  of  dew, 

Shall  own  thy  gentle  sway  : 
Oh  !  may  it  bless  our  longing  eyes, 
And  bear  our  shouts  beyond  the  skies. 

3  All  hail !  triumphant  Lord  ! 

Eternal  be  thy  reign ; 
Behold  the  nations  wait 

To  wear  thy  gentle  chain  : 
When  earth  and  time  are  known  no  more. 
Thy  throne  shall  stand  for  ever  sure. 

L.  M. 

Triumph  of  the  Gospel. 

ARM  of  the  Lord  !  awake,  awake  ! 
Put  on  thy  strength — the  nations  shake, 
And  let  the  world,  adoring,  see 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  thee. 

:  Say  to  the  heathen,  from  thy  throne, — 
"  I  am  Jehovah — God  alone  !" 
Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 

Almighty  God  !  thy  grace  proclaim, 
In  every  land  of  every  name ; 
Let  Zion's  time  of  favor  come  ; 
Oh  !  bring  the  tribes  of  Israel  home. 

Arm  of  the  Lord  !  awake,  awake  ! 
Put  on  thy  strength — the  nations  shake ; 
"Let  hostile  powers  before  thee  fall, 
And  crown  the  Saviour — Lord  of  all. 


555 


556 


8s,  7s  and  4- 
The  Day-  Spring. 

CHRISTIAN  !  see— the  orient  morning 
Breaks  along  the  heathen  sky  ; 

LoJ  th'  expected  day  is  dawning — 
Glorious  day-spring  from  on  high  : 

Hallelujah  !— 
Hail  the  day-spring  from  on  high  ! 


SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL.  545 

!  Heathen  at  the  sight  are  singing ; 

Morning  wakes  the  tuneful  lays  ; 
Precious  offerings  they  are  bringing — 

First-fruits  of  more  perfect  praise  : 
Hallelujah  ! — 

Hail  the  day-spring  from  on  high ! 

I  Zion's  Sun  ! — salvation  beaming, — 

Gilding  now  the  radiant  hills, — 
Rise  and  shine,  till  brighter  gleamings 

All  the  world  thy  glory  fills  : 
Hallelujah  ! — 

Hail  the  day-spring  from  on  high ! 

:  Lord  of  every  tribe  and  nation ! 

Spread  thy  truth  from  pole  to  pole ; 
Spread  the  light  of  thy  salvation, 

Till  it  shine  on  every  soul : 
Hallelujah ! — 

Hail  the  day-spring  from  on  high  ! 

MflJ  L.M. 

IftJ  I  •  Christ's  Coming  to  reign. 

1  JESUS  !  thy  church  with  longing  eyes 

For  thine  expected  coming  waits : 

When  will  the  promised  light  arise, 

And  glory  beam  on  Zion's  gates  1 

2  E'en  now,  when  tempests  round  us  fall, 

And  wintry  clouds  o'ercast  the  sky, 
Thy  words  with  pleasure  we  recall, 
And  deem  that  our  redemption  's  nigh. 

3  Oh  !  come  and  reign  o'er  every  land  ; 

Let  Satan  from  his  throne  be  hurled, — - 
All  nations  bow  to  thy  command, 
And  grace  revive  a  dying  world. 

4  Teach  us  in  watchfulness  and  prayer, 

To  wait  for  thine  appointed  hour ; 
And  fit  us,  by  thy  grace,  to  share 

The  triumphs  of  thy  conquering  power. 


558 


L.  M. 

The  coming  Reign  of  Christ. 

1  ASCEND  thy  throne,  almighty  King  ! 
And  spread  thy  glories  all  abroad; 
46* 


546  HYMNS. 

Let  thine  own  arm  salvation  bring, 
And  be  thou  known  the  gracious  God. 

2  Let  millions  bow  before  thy  seat, — 

Let  humble  mourners  seek  thy  face ; 
Bring  daring  rebels  to  thy  feet, 
Subdued  by  thy  victorious  grace. 

3  Oh  !  let  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 

Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord ; 
Let  saints  and  angels  praise  thy  name, — 
Be  thou  through  heaven  and  earth  adored 


559 


7s  and  6s. 
The  final  Victory  of  Christ. 

1  WHEN  shall  the  voice  of  singing 

Flow  joyfully  along  7 
When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 

With  one  triumphant  song, 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 

And  him,  who  once  was  slain, 
Again  to  earth  descended, 

In  righieousness  to  reign  1 

2  Then  from  the  craggy  mountains- 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly  ; 
And  shady  vales  and  fountains 

Shall  echo  the  reply  : 
High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 

Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 
All  hallelujah  swelling 

In  one  eternal  sound. 


C.  M. 

The  New- Creation. 


560. 

1  SPIRIT  of  power  and  might !  behold 

A  world  by  sin  destroyed  : 
Creator-Spirit! — as  of  old, 
Move  on  the  formless  void. 

2  Give  thou  the  word  ; — that  healing  sound 

Shall  quell  the  deadly  strife; 
And  earth  again,  like  Eden  crowned, 
Produce  the  tree  of  life. 

3  If  sang  the  morning-stars  for  joy,. 

When  nature  rose  to  view 


SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL.  547 

What  strains  shall  angel-harps  employ, 
When  thou  shalt  all  renew  ! 

4  And  if  the  sons  of  God  rejoice 

To  hear  a  Saviour's  name, 
How  will  the  ransomed  raise  their  voice, 
To  whom  that  Saviour  came  1 

5  So  every  kindred,  tongue  and  tribe, 

Assembling  round  the  throne, 
Thy  new-creation  shall  ascribe 
To  sovereign  love  alone. 

S.  M. 
Rejoicing  in  Christ's  Reign. 

1  NOW  living  waters  flow 
To  cheer  the  humble  soul ; 

From  sea  to  sea  the  rivers  go, 
And  spread  from  pole  to  pole. 

2  Now  righteousness  shall  spring, 
And  grow  on  earth  again : 

Jesus,  Jehovah,  be  our  king, 
And  o'er  the  nations  reign. 

3  Jesus  shall  rule  alone, 
The  world  shall  hear  his  word  ; 

By  one  blest  name  shall  he  be  known— 
The  universal  Lord. 


561 


562 


L.  M. 

Prayer  for  the  World's  Conversion. 

O  SPIRIT  of  the  living  God  ! 

In  all  thy  plenitude  of  grace, 
Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 

Descend  on  our  apostate  race. 

Give  tongues  of  fire,  and  hearts  of  love, 
To  preach  the  reconciling  word  ; 

Give  power  and  unction  from  above, 
Where'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

Be  darkness,  at  thy  coming,  light, 
Confusion — order,  in  thy  path  ; 

Souls  without  strength,  inspire  with  might; 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

O  Spirit  of  the  Lord  !  prepare 
A  sinful  world  their  God  to  meet. 


563. 


548  *  HYMNS. 

Breathe  thou  abroad,  like  morning-air 
Till  hearts  of  stone  begin  to  beat. 

5  Baptize  the  nations  ;  far  and  nigh 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record  ; 
The  name  of  Jesus  glorify, 
Till  every  kindred  call  him — Lord. 

8s,  7s  and  4. 
Prayer  for  the  Heathen. 

1  O'ER  the  realms  of  pagan  darkness, 

Let  the  eye  of  pity  gaze  ; 
See  the  kindreds  of  the  people, 

Lost  in  sins  bewildering  maze  ; — 
Darkness  brooding 

On  the  face  of  all  the  earth  I 

2  Light  of  them  who  sit  in  error ! 

Rise  and  shine — thy  blessings  bring  ; 
Light — to  lighten  all  the  Gentiles  ! 

Rise  with  healing  in  thy  wing: 
To  thy  brightness, 

Let  all  kings  and  nations  come. 

3  Let  the  heathen,  now  adoring 

Idol-gods  of  wood  and  stone, 
Come,  and,  worshiping  before  him, 

Serve  the  living  God  alone  : 
Let  thy  glory 

Fill  the  earth,  as  floods  the  sea. 

4  Thou  !  to  whom  all  power  is  given, 

Speak  the  word  ;  at  thy  command, 
Let  the  company  of  heralds 

Spread  thy  name  from  land  to  land  : 
Lord  !  be  with  them, 

Always  till  time's  latest  end. 

L.  M. 

Spread  of  the  Gospel. 

1  THY  people,  Lord  !  who  trust  thy  word, 
And  wait  the  smilings  of  thy  face, 

Assemble  round  thy  mercy-seat, 
And  plead  the  promise  of  thy  grace. 

2  Hast  thou  not  said — thine  only  Son 
Shall  be  a  light  to  Gentile  lands, 


564 


SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL.  549 

To  open  the  benighted  eyes, 
And  loose  the  wretched  pris'ners'  bands! — 

3  From  land  to  land,  from  sea  to  sea, 

That  his  dominion  shall  extend  ! — 

That  every  tongue  shall  call  him  Lord, 

And  every  knee  before  him  bend  1 

4  Now  let  the  happy  time  appear — 

The  time  to  favor  Zion  come ; 
Send  forth  thy  heralds  far  and  near, 
And  call  the  wandering  exiles  home. 

Kat^  Ss,  7s  and  4. 

tJKJtJm       Success  of  the  Gospel  among  the  Heathen. 

1  O'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 

Cheered  by  no  celestial  ray, 
Sun  of  righteousness  I  arising, 

Bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day  ; 
Send  the  gospel 

To  the  earth's  remotest  bound. 

2  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness, — 

Grant  them,  Lord  !  the  glorious  light ; 
And,  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 

May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 
And  redemption, 

Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 

3  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  gospel ! 

Win  and  conquer,  never  cease ; 
May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions, 

Multiply  and  still  increase  ; 
Sway  thy  sceptre, 

Saviour !  all  the  world  around. 


566 


7s. 
Triumphs  of  the  Gospel. 

WHO  are  these  that  come  from  far 
Led  by  Jacob's  rising  star  1 
Strangers  now  to  Zion  come, 
There  to  seek  a  peaceful  riome. 

Lo  !  they  gather  like  a  cloud, 
Or  as  doves  their  windows  crowd: 
Zion  wonders  at  the  sight, — 
Zion,  feels  a  strange  delight. 


567 


550  HYMNS. 

3  Zion  now  no  more  shall  sigh, 
God  will  raise  her  glory  high  ; 
He  will  send  a  large  increase, — 
He  will  give  his  people  peace. 

4  Sons  of  Zion  !  sing  aloud  : 
See  her  sun,  without  a  cloud ! 
God  will  make  her  joy  complete— 
Zion's  sun  shall  never  set. 

C.  M. 

Kingdom  of  Christ  among  Men. 

1  LO  !  what  a  glorious  sight  appears, 

To  our  believing  eyes  ! 
The  earth  and  seas  are  passed  away. 
And  the  old  rolling  skies. 

2  From  the  third  heaven,  where  God  resides, — 

That  holy,  happy  place, — 
The  New-Jerusalem  comes  down, 
Adorned  with  shining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  shout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  sing, — 
"  Mortals  !  behold  the  sacred  seat 
Of  your  descending  King. 

4  "  The  God  of  glory,  down  to  men, 

Removes  his  blessed  abode  ; — 
Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace, 
And  he  their  loving  God. 

5  "  His  own  soft  hand  shall  wipe  the  tears 

From  every  weeping  eye  ; 
And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears, 
And  death  itself  shall  die." 

6  How  long,  dear  Saviour  !  Oh  !  how  long 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay"? 
Fly  swifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time  ! 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

^fift  lls' 

*J  vJ  O*  Zion  encouraged. 

1  DAUGHTER  of  Zion  !  awake  from  thy  sadness ; 
Awake, — for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no 
more :  [ness ; 

Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day-star  of  glad- 
Arise, — for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o'er. 


SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL.  551 

2  Strong  were  thy  foes ;  but  the  arm  that  subdued 

them, 
And  scattered  their  legions,  was  mightier  far  ; 
They  fled,  like  the  chaff,  from  the  scourge  that 
pursued  them ; 
Vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots  of  war. 

3  Daughter  of  Zion  !  the  power,  that  hath  saved  thee, 

Extolled  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel  should 
be: 
Shout, — for  the  foe  is  destroyed  that  enslaved  thee, 
Th'  oppressor  is  vanquished,  and  Zion  is  free 

tJ\JfJ  •  Universal  Praise. 

1  O  CITY  of  the  Lord  !  begin 

The  universal  song : 
And  let  the  scattered  villages 
The  joyful  notes  prolong. 

2  Let  Kedar's  wilderness  afar 

Lift  up  the  lonely  voice  : 
And  let  the  tenants'  of  the  rock 
In  accent  rude  rejoice. 

3  Oh  !  from  the  streams  of  distant  lands 

To  our  Jehovah  sing  ; 
And  joyful,  from  the  mountain-tops, 
Shout  to  the  Lord,  the  king. 

4  Let  all  combined,  with  one  accord, 
The  Saviour's  glories  raise, 


570 


Till,  in  the  earth's  remotest  bounds, 
The  nations  sound  his  praise. 

8s,  7s  and  4. 
Daicning  of  the  Latter-Day. 

1  LOOK,  ye  saints  !  the  day  is  breaking  ; 

Joyful  times  are  fiear  at  hand  ; 
God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking 

By  his  word  in  every  land  ; 
Day  advances, — 

Darkness  flies,  at  his  command. 

2  While  the  foe  becomes  more  daring, 

While  he  enters  like  a  flood, 
God,  the  Saviour,  is  preparing 

Means  to  spread  his  truth  abroad : 
Every  language 

Soon  shall  tell  the  love  of  God. 


571 


552  HYMNS. 

3  God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious  f 
Let  thy  people  see  thy  power ; 

Let  the  gospel  be  victorious, 
Through  the  world  for  evermore  ; 

Then  shall  idols 

Perish,  while  thy  saints  adore 

L.  IK. 

Success  anticipated. 

1  BEHOLD  th'  expected  time  draw  near 
The  shades  disperse,  the  dawn  appear  * 
Behold  the  wilderness  assume 

The  beauteous  tints  of  Eden's  bloom  ! 

2  Events  with  prophecies  conspire 
To  raise  our  faith,  our  zeal  to  fire  : 
The  ripening  fields,  already  white, 
Present  a  harvest  to  the  sight. 

3  The  untaught  heathen  waits  to  know 
The  joy  the  gospel  will  bestow ; 
The  exiled  captive,  to  receive 

The  freedom  Jesus  has  to  give. 

4  Come-,  let  us,  with  a  grateful  heart, 
In  the  blest  labor  share  a  part ; 

Our  prayers  and  offerings  gladly  bring 
To  aid  the  triumphs  of  our  King. 

A70  c.  m. 

tJ  i  &•  The  Victories  of  Christ. 

1  HOSANNA  to  our  conquering  King  I 

All  hail !  incarnate  love  ! 
Ten  thousand  songs  and  glories  wait 
To  crown  thy  head  above. 

2  Thy  vict'ries  and  thy  deathless  fame, 

Through  the  wide  wtfrldrshall  run ; 
And  everlasting  ages  sing 
The  triumph  thou  hast  won. 

^70  H.  M. 

*J  I  IJ»  The  general  Jubilee. 

1  FAIR  shines  the  morning-star ; 

The  silver  trumpets  sound, 
Their  notes  re-echoing  far, 

While  dawns  the  day  around  : 
Joy  to  the  earth — the  earth  is  free ; 
It  is  the  year  of  jubilee; 


SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL.  553 

2  Pris'ners  of  hope,  in  gloom 

And  silence,  left  to  die  ! 
With  Christ's  unfolding  tomb, 

Your  portals  open  fly  : 
Rise  with  your  Lord— he  sets  you  free  ; 
It  is  the  year  of  jubilee. 

3  Ye  who  yourselves  have  sold 

For  debts  to  justice  due, 
Ransomed — but  not  with  gold  ! 

He  gave  himself  for  you  : 
The  blood  of  Christ  hath  made  you  free ; 
It  is  the  year  of  jubilee. 

4  Captives  of  sin  and  shame  ! 

O'er  earth  and  ocean,  hear 
An  angel's  voice  proclaim 

The  Lord's  accepted  year  : 
Let  Jacob  rise — be  Israel  free  ; 
It  is  the  year  of  jubilee. 

Kf  i  Hfm  The  Reign  of  Christ  established. 

1  SHOUT, — for  the  great  Redeemer  reigns, 

Through  distant  lands  his  triumphs  spread ; 
Sinners,  now  freed  from  Satan's  chains^ 
Own  him  their  Saviour  and  their  head. 

2  Oh  !  may  his  conquests  still  increase  ; 

Let  every  foe  his  power  subdue  ; 
While  angels  celebrate  his  praise, 
Saints  shall  his  rising  glories  show. 

3  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb, 

From  all  below  and  all  above; 

In  lofty  songs,  exalt  his  name, — 

In  songs  as  lasting  as  his  love. 


575 


Tlie  Reign  of  Christ. 

WAKE  the  song  of  jubilee, 
Let  it  echo  o'er  "the  sea ! 
Now  hath  come  the  promised  hour ; 
Jesus  reigns  with  sovereign  power. 
All  ye  nations  !  join  and  sing, — 
"Christ,  of  lords  and  kings,  is  King  !' 
Let  it  sound  from  shore  to  shore, — 
"Jesus  reigns  for  even:  ore  !" 
47 


554  HYMNS. 

3  Now  the  desert  lands  rejoice, 
And  the  islands  join  their  voice  ; 
Yea,  the  whole  creation  sings, — 
"Jesus  is  the  King  of  kings!" 


576 


7s. 
The  triumphant  Reign  of  Christ. 

1  SEE  the  ransomed  millions  stand, — 
Palms  of  conquest  in  their  hands  ! 
This  before  the  throne  their  strain, — 

"  Hell  is  vanquished — death  is  slain  ! — 

2  "  Blessing,  honor,  glory,  might, 
Are  the  Conqueror's  native  right ; 
Thrones  and  powers  before  him  fall, — 
Lamb  of  God,  and  Lord  of  all !" 

3  Hasten,  Lord  !  the  promised  hour  ; 
Come  in  glory  and  in  power  ; 
Still  thy  foes  are  unsubdued — 
Nature  sighs  to  be  renewed : 

4  Time  has  nearly  reached  its  sum ; 

All  things  with  the  bride,  say,  "Come !' 
Jesus  !  whom  all  worlds  adore, 
Come, — and  reign  for  evermore. 


MORNING. 


577 


7s. 
Morning. 

IN  this  calm  impressive  hour, 
Let  my  prayer  ascend  on  high  , 

God  of  mercy  !  God  of  power  ! 
Hear  me,  when  to  thee  I  cry  : 

Hear  me  from  thy  lofty  throne, 

For  the  sake  of  Christ,  thy  Son. 

With  the  morning's  early  ray, 
While  the  shades  of  night  depart 

Let  thy  beams  of  light  convey 
Joy  and  gladness  to  my  heart : 

Now  o'er  all  my  steps  preside, 

And  for  all  my  wants  provide. 


MORNING.  555 

3  Oh  !  what  joy  that  word  affords, — 

**  Thou  shalt  reign  o'er  all  the  earth ;" 

King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords  ! 
Send  thy  gospel-heralds  forth: 

Now  begin  thy  boundless  sway, 

Usher  iu  the  glorious  day. 

j~ryQ  s.M. 

«/  I  0»  Prayer  for  spiritual  Light. 

1  WE  lift  our  hearts  to  thee, 

Thou  Day-Star  from  on  high  ! 
The  sun  itself  is  but  thy  shade, 
Yet,  cheers  both  earth  and  sky. 

2  Oh  !  let  thy  rising  beams 

Dispel  the  shades  of  night ; 
And  let  the  glories  of  thy  love 
Come,  like  the  morning-light. 

3  How  beauteous  nature  now  ! 

How  dark  and  sad  before  ! — 
With  joy  we  view  the  pleasing  change, 
And  nature's  God  adore. 

4  May  we  this  life  improve 

To  mourn  for  errors  past ; 
And  live,  this  short  revolving  day, 
As  if  it  were  our  last. 


579 


7s. 
Morning-  Thanks. 

1  THOU  that  dost  my  life  prolong  ! 
Kindly  aid  my  morning-song  ; 
Thankful,  from  my  couch  I  rise, 
To  the  God  that  rules  the  skies. 

2  Thou  didst  hear  my  evening-cry ; 
Thy  preserving  hand  was  nigh ; 
Peaceful  slumbers  thou  hast  shed, 
Grateful  to  my  weary  head. 

3  Thou  hast  kept  me  through  the  night,- 
'T  was  thy  hand  restored  the  light ; 
Lord  !  thy  mercies  still  are  new, 
Plenteous,  as  the  morning-dew. 

4  Still  my  feet  are  prone  to  stray, — 
Oh  !  preserve  me  through  the  day ; 
Dangers  every  where  abound, 
Sins  and  snares  beset  me  round. 


556  HYMNS. 

5  Gently,  with  the  dawning  ray, 
On  my  soul,  thy  beams  display  ; 
Sweeter  than  the  smiling  morn, 
Let  thy  cheering  light  return. 

*J  OV_/  Jf  rning- Prayer-Meeting. 

1  HOW  sweet  the  melting  lay 

That  breaks  upon  the  ear, 
When,  at  the  hour  of  rising  day, 
Christians  unite  in  prayer  ! 

2  The  breezes  waft  their  cries, 

Up  to  Jehovah's  throne  ; 
He  listens  to  their  bursting  sighs, 
And  sends  his  blessings  down. 

3  So  Jesus  rose  to  pray, 

Before  the  morning-light ; 
Once  on  the  chilling  mount  did  stay, 
And  wrestle  all  the  night 

4  Glory  to  God  on  high, 

Who  sends  his  blessings  down, 
To  rescue  souls  condemned  to  die, 
And  makes  his  people  one. 

AQ1  s  * 

*J  L-/  -L  •  Morning- Meditations. 

1  AWAKE,  my  drowsy  soul ! 

These  airy  visions  chase  ; 
Awake,  my  active  powers  renewed  ! 
To  run  the  heavenly  race. 

2  See — how  the  rising  sun 

Pursues  his  shining  way  ; 
And  wide  proclaims  his  Maker's  praise, 
With  every  brightening  ray  ! 

3  Thus  would  my  rising  soul 

Her  heavenly  parent  sing  ; 
And  to  her  great  original 
Her  humble  tribute  bring. 

4  Serene,  I  laid  me  down 

Beneath  his  guardian  care; 
I  slept,  and  woke  ;  and  still  I  found 
My  kind  preserver  near. 


MORNING.  557 

Dear  Saviour  !  to  thy  cross, 

I  bring  my  sacrifice ; 
Tinged  with  thy  blood,  it  shall  ascend, 

With  fragrance  to  the  skies. 

c.  M. 

A  Morning-  Song : 

1  ONCE  more,  my  soul !  the  rising  day 

Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  : 
Once  more,  my  voice !  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  who  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 

The  day  renews  the  sound  ; 
Wide  as  the  heaven,  on  which  he  sits 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'T  is  he  supports  my  mortal  frame, — 

My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise  ; 
My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  A  thousand  wretched  souls  are  fled, 

Since  the  last  setting  sun ; 
And  yet  he  lengthens  out  my  thread, — 
And  yet  my  moments  run. 

5  Great  God  !  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 

Whilst  I  enjoy  the  light ; 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  peaceful  night. 


583 


L.  M. 

Morning-Gratitude. 

IN  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid, 
I  safely  passed  the  silent  night ; 

Again  I  see  the  breaking  shade, — 
I  drink  again  the  morning-light. 

New-born,  I  bless  the  waking  hour, 
Once  more,  with  awe,  rejoice  to  be ; 

My  conscious  soul  resumes  her  power, 
And  springs,  my  guardian  God  !  to  thee. 

Oh  !  guide  me  through  the  various  maze, 
My  doubtful  feet  may  this  day  tread ; 

And  spread  thy  shield's  protecting  blaze, 
Where  dangers  press  around  my  head. 

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558  HYMNS. 

4  A  deeper  shade  will  soon  impend, — 

A  deeper  sleep  mine  eyes  oppress ; 
Yet,  then  thy  strength  shall  still  defend, — 
Thy  goodness  still  delight  to  bless. 

5  That  deeper  shade  shall  break  away, 

That  deeper  sleep  shall  leave  mine  eyes; 
Thy  light  shall  give  eternal  day  ; 
Thy  love — the  rapture,  of  the  skies. 

^ft/L  L  *" 

t/UTlt  Praise  to  the  God  of  the  Morning. 

1  GOD  of  the  morning  !  at  thy  voice 

The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise, 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice, 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies ; — 

2  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  east, 

The  circuit  of  his  race  begins, 
And  without  weariness  or  rest, 

Round  the  whole  earth,  he  flies  and  shines. 

3  Oh !  like  the  sun  may  I  fulfill 

Th'  appointed  duties  of  the  day  ; 
With  ready  mind,  and  active  will, 
March  on,  and  keep  my  heavenly  way 

4  Lord  !  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure, 

Enlightening  our  beclouded  eyes  ; 
Thy  threatenings  just,  thy  promise  sure, 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise. 

5  Give  me  thy  counsel  for  my  guide, 

And  then  receive  me  to  thy  bliss  : 
All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside 

Are  faint,  and  cold,  compared  with  tbis. 


EVENING, 


Kft*  t  M. 

*JKjtJ*  An  Evening- Sacrifice. 

1  GREAT  Go<!  !  to  thee  my  evening-song 
With  humble  gratitude  I  raise ; 
Oh  !  let  thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  praise. 


EVENING.    .  559 

2  My  days  unclouded,  as  they  pass, 

And  every  gently  rolling  hour, 

Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 

And  witness  to  thy  love  and  power. 

* 

3  Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 

Of  Jesus  ; — his  dear  name  alone 
I  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  God  ! 
And  kind  acceptance,  at  thy  throne. 

4  Let  this  blest  hope  mine  eyelids  close  ; 

With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame ; 
Safe  in  thy  care  may  I  repose, 
And  wake  with  praises  to  thy  name. 


586 


7s 

Evening-  Contemplation. 

1  SOFTLY,  now,  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  my  sight  away  ; 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord  !  I  would  commune  with  thee. 

2  Soon  for  me,  the  light  of  day 
Shall  for  ever  pass  away  ; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord  !  to  dwell  with  thee. 

ZQry  c.  m. 

t/v-/  I  •  Evening- Prayer  and  Praise. 

1  INDULGENT  Father  !  by  whose  care, 

I  've  passed  another  day, — 
Let  me,  this  night,  thy  mercy  share  ;— 
Oh  !  teach  me  how  to  pray. 

2  Show  me  my  sins,  and  how  to  mourn 

My  guilt  before  thy  face  ; 
Direct  me,  Lord  !  to  Christ  alone 
And  save  me  by  thy  grace. 

3  Let  each  returning  night  declare 

The  tokens  of  thy  love  ; 
Lnd,  every  hour,  thy  grace  prepare 
My  soul  for  joys  above. 

4  And  when,  on  earth,  I  close  mine  eyes, 

To  sleep  in  death's  embrace, 
Let  me,  to  heaven  and  glory,  rise, 
To  see  thy  smiling  face. 


560  HYMNS. 


588 


589. 


8s  and  ?s.     Peculiar. 
An  Evening-  Offering. 

1  THROUGH  the  day  thy  love  has  spared  us 

Now  we  lay  us  down  to  rest ; 
Through  the  silent  watches  guard  us, 

I/et  no  foe  our  peace  molest; 
Jesus!  thou  our  guardian  be, 
Sweet  it  is  to  trust  in  thee. 

2  Pilgrims  here  on  earth,  and  strangers, 

Dwelling  in  the  midst  of  foes, — 
Us  and  ours  preserve  from  dangers, 

In  thine  arms,  let  us  repose, 
And,  when  life's  short  day  is  past, 
Rest  with  thee,  in  heaven,  at  last. 

7s. 
Repose  and  Devotion. 

1  NOW  from  labor  and  from  care, 

Evening-shades  have  set  me  free ; 
In  the  work  of  praise  and  prayer, 

Lord  !  I  would  converse  with  thee: 
Oh  !  behold  me  from  above, 
Fill  me  with  a  Saviour's  love. 

2  Sin  and  sorrow,  guilt  and  wo, 

Wither  all  my  earthly  joys  ; 
Naught  can  charm  me  here  below, 

But  my  Saviour's  melting  voice: 
Lord  !  forgive — thy  grace  restore, 
Make  me  thine  for  evermore. 

3  For  the  blessings  of  this  day, 

For  the  mercies  of  this  hour, 
For  the  gospel's  cheering  ray, 

For  the  Spirit's  quickening  power, — 
Grateful  notes  to  thee  I  raise  ; 
Oh  !  accept  my  song  of  praise. 

%J<J\J»  An  Evening-Song. 

1  DREAD  Sovereign,  let  my  evening-song, 

Like  holy  incense  rise  ; 
Assist  the  offerings  of  my  tongue, 
To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day, 

Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard ; 


EVENING.  561 

And  still,  to  drive  my  wants  away, 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepared. 

3  Perpetual  blessings  from  above 

Encompass  me  around  ; 
But,  Oh  !  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Creator  found  ! 

4  What  have  I  done  for  him  who  died 

To  save  my  wretched  soul  ? 
How  are  my  follies  multiplied, 
Fast  as  the  minutes  roll ! 

5  Lord  i  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 

To  thy  dear  cross  I  flee ; 
And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 
To  be  renewed  by  thee. 

6  Sprinkled  afresh  with  pard'ning  blood* 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest, — 
As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 
Or  on  my  Saviour's  breast 

c.  M. 
Evening-Prayer  and  Praise. 

INDULGENT  God  !  whose  bounteous  care 

O'er  all  thy  works  is  shown, — 
Oh  !  let  my  grateful  praise  and  prayer 

Arise  before  thy  throne. 

What  mercies  has  this  day  bestowed  ! 

How  largely  hast  thou  blest ! 
My  cup  with  plenty  overflowed, 

With  cheerfulness — my  breast. 
Now  may  soft  slumber  close  my  eyes, 

From  pain  and  sickness  free ; 
And  let  my  waking  thoughts  arise 

To  meditate  on  thee. 

Thus  bless  each  future  day  and  night, 

Till  life's  vain  scene  is  o'er ; 
And  then,  to  realms  of  endless  light, 

Oh  !  let  my  spirit  soar. 

CM. 

Secret  Prayer  at  Twiligrtt. 

1  I  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away, 
From  every  cumbering  care, 


591 


592 


562  HYMNS. 

And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day, 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love,  in  solitude,  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear ; 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore  ; 
My  cares  and  sorrows  all  to  cast, 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love,  by  faith,  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven  ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  And,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm,  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

^QO  C    M 

*J*J*J*  Evening-  Worship  in  the  Family. 

1  O  LORD  !  another  day  is  flown, 

And  we,  a  lonely  band, 
Are  met  once  more  before  thy  throne, 
To  bless  thy  fostering  hand. 

2  And  wilt  thou  bend  a  listening  ear 

To  praises  low  as  ours  1 
Thou  wilt ! — for  thou  dost  love  to  hear 
The  song  which  meekness  pours. 

3  And,  Jesus  !  thou  thy  smiles  wilt  deign, 

As  we  before  thee  pray  ; 
For  thou  didst  bless  the  infant  train, 
And  we  are  less  than  they. 

4  Thy  heavenly  grace  to  each  impart ; 

All  evil  far  remove  ; 
And  shed  abroad  in  every  heart 
Thine  everlasting  love. 

5  Thus  cleansed  from  sin  and  wholly  thine, 

A  flock  by  Jesus  led, 
The  Sun  of  righteousness  shall  shine 
In  glory  on  our  head. 


EVENING.  563 

6  Oh  !  still  restore  our  wandering  feet, 
And  still  direct  our  way  ; 
Till  worlds  shall  fade,  and  faith  shall  greet 
The  dawn  of  endless  day. 

^Q/t  L,M- 

tyc/rxU  An  Evening- Hymn.    . 

1  THUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 

Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days ; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 

And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home  ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 

He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep, — 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head ; 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 

My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 


595, 


L.  M.    6  Lines. 

For  such  as  keep  Saturday-Evening. 


1  SWEET  is  the  last,  the  parting  ray, 

Which  ushers  placid  evening  in  ; 
When,  with  the  still,  expiring  day, 

The  Sabbath's  peaceful  hours  begin : 
How  grateful  to  the  anxious  breast 
The  sacred  hours  of  holy  rest ! 

2  Hushed  is  the  tumult  of  the  day, 

And  worldly  cares  and  business  cease, — 
While  soft  the  vesper-breezes  play, 

To  hymn  the  glad  return  of  peace  : 
Delightful  season  !  kindly  given 
To  turn  the  wandering  thoughts  to  heaven. 

3  Oft  as  this  peaceful  hour  shall  come, 

Lord !  raise  my  thoughts  from  earthly  things, 
And  bear  them  to  my  heavenly  home, 
On  faith  and  hope's  celestial  wings ; 


564  HYMNS. 

Till  the  last  gleam  of  life  decay, 
In  one  eternal  Sabbath-day. 

^Qfi  SM 

*J  *J\J»  Saturday-Evening. 

1  THE  hours  of  evening  close  ; 

Its  lengthened  shadows,  drawn 
O'er  scenes  of  earth,  invite  repose, 
And  wait  the  Sabbath-dawn. 

2  So  let  its  calm  prevail 

O'er  forms  of  outward  care  ; 
Nor  thought  for  "many  things"  assau 
The  still  retreat  of  prayer. 

3  Our  guardian  Shepherd  near 

His  watchful  eye  will  keep  ; 

And,  safe  from  violence  and  fear, 

Will  fold  his  flock  to  sleep. 

4  So  may  a  holier  light, 

Than  earth's,  our  spirits  rouse, 
And  call  us,  strengthened  by  his  might, 
To  pay  the  Lord  our  vows. 


MORNING,    OR   EVENING. 


^Q7  L  M 

*J  U  I  •  A  Sons-  for  Morning  and  Evening. 

1  MY  God  !  how  endless  is  thy  love  ! 

Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new  , 
And  morning-mercies  from  above, 
Gently  distill,like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours! 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command ; 

To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days ; 
Perpetual  blessings,  from  thy  hand, 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 


MORNING,  OR  EVENING.  565 

t/  «_/ O*  'Morning  or  Evening-  Worship. 

1  ON  thcc,  each  morning,  O  my  God  ! 

Six  waking  thoughts  attend  ; 
In  thee  are  founded  all  my  hopes, 
In  thee  my  wishes  end. 

2  My  soul,  in  pleasing  wonder  lost, 

Thy  boundless  love  surveys  ; 
And,  fired  with  grateful  zeal,  prepares 
A  sacrifice  of  praise. 

3  When  evening-slumbers  press  my  eyes* 

With  his  protection  blest, 

In  peace  and  safety,  I  commit 

My  wearied  limbs  to  rest. 

4  My  spirit  in  his  hand,  serene, 

Fears  no  approaching  ill ; 
For.  whether  waking  or  asleep, 
Thou,  Lord  !  art  with  me  still. 

£\QQ  c  M 

<-/  *J  *-J  •  Morning  and  Evening-  Offering. 

1  HOSANNA,  with  a  cheerful  sound, 

To  God's  upholding  hand  ! 
Ten  thousand  snares  attend  us  round, 
And  yet  secure  we  stand. 

2  That  was  a  most  amazing  power 

That  raised  us  with  a  word ; 
And,  every  day,  and  every  hour, 
We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 

3  The  rising  morn  cannot  assure, — 

That  we  shall  end  the  day ; 
For  death  stands  ready  at  the  door 
To  hurry  us  away. 

4  Our  life  is  forfeited,  by  sin, 

To  God's  avenging  law; 
We  own  thy  grace,  immortal  King  ! 
In  every  breath  we  draw. 

5  God  is  our  sun — whose  daily  light 

Our  joy  and  safely  brings  ; 
Our  feeble  frame  lies  safe,  at  night. 
Beneath  his  shady  wings. 
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566  HYMNS. 


600 


L.  M.    6  Lines. 
Morning  and  Evening. 

WHEN,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies, 
The  morning-light  salutes  mine  eyes, 
O  Sun  of  righteousness  divine  ! 
On  me,  with  beams  of  mercy,  shine ; 
Chase  the  dark  clouds  of  guilt  away, 
And  turn  my  darkness  into  day. 
When  each  day's  scenes  and  labors  close, 
And  wearied  nature  seeks  repose, 
With  pard'ning  mercy  richly  blest, 
Guard  me,  my  Saviour  !  while  I  rest ; 
And,  as  each  morning-sun  shall  rise, 
Oh  !  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies. 
And,  at  my  life's  last  setting  sun, 
My  conflicts  o'er,  my  labors  done, 
Jesus  !  thy  heavenly  radiance  shed, 
To  cheer  and  bless  my  dying-bed  ; 
And  from  death's  gloom  my  spirit  raise, 
To  see  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  praise. 


THE    YEAR. 


f*f\~[  lis  and  5s. 

OU 1  •  The  New-  Year. 

1  COME  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  pursue, 
Roll  round  with  the  year, 

And  never  stand  still  till  the  master  appear ; 
His  adorable  will 
Let  us  gladly  fulfill, 
And  our  talents  improve, 

By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labor  of  love. 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream ; 
Our  time,  as  a  stream, 
Glides  swiftly  away, 

And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay  : 

The  arrow  is  flown — 

The  moment  is  gone — 

The  millenial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity  's  here  ! 


THE  YEAR.  567 

Oh  !  that  each  in  the  day 

C),f  his  coming  may  say, — 

"I  have  fought  my  way  through — 

I  have  finished  the  work  which  thou  gav'st  me  to  do !' 
Oh  !  that  each,  from  his  Lord, 
May  receive  the  glad  word, — 
'•  Well  and  faithfully  done  ! 

Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my  throne  !" 

fif)9  L  M 

\J\Ji^m>  9  The  changing  Seasons. 

1  GREAT  God  !  let  all  our  tuneful  powers 

Awake,  and  sing  thy  mighty  name : 
Thy  hand  revolves  our  circling  hours, — 
Thy  hand  from  which  our  being  came. 

2  Seasons  and  moons  still  rolling  round, 

In  beauteous  order  speak  thy  praise  ; 
And  years,  with  smiling  mercy  crowned, 
To  thee  successive  honors  raise. 

3  To  thee  we  raise  the  annual  song, 

To  thee  the  grateful  tribute  give  ; 
Our  God  doth  still  our  years  prolong, 
And,  midst  unnumbered  deaths,  we  live. 

4  Our  life,  our  health,  our  friends,  we  owe 

All  to  thy  vast,  unbounded  love  ; 
Ten  thousand  precious  gifts  below, 
And  hope  of  nobler  joys  above. 

5  Thus  will  we  sing,  till  nature  cease, 

Till  sense  and  language  are  no  more, 
And,  after  death,  thy  boundless  grace, 
Through  everlasting  years,  adore. 


c.  M. 

Neic-  Year : — Providential  Goodness. 


603. 

1  GOD  of  our  lives  !  thy  various  praise 

Our  voices  shall  resound  : 
Thy  hand  directs  our  fleeting  days, 
And  brings  the  seasons  round. 

2  To  thee  shall  grateful  songs  arise, 

Our  Father  and  our  Friend  ! 
Whose  constant  mercies,  from  the  skies, 
In  genial  streams  descend. 


563  HYMNS. 

3  In  every  scene  of  life,  thy  care, 

In  every  age,  we  see : 
And,  constant  as  thy  favors  are, 
So  let  our  praises  be. 

4  Still  may  thy  love,  in  every  scene, 

In  every  age,  appear  ; 
And  Jet  the  same  companions  deign 
To  bless  the  opening  year. 

5  If  mercy  smile,  let  mercy  bring 

Our  wandering  souls  to  God  ; 
In  our  affliction,  we  shall  sing? 
If  thou  wilt  bless  the  rod. 


804 


L.  M. 

New- Year : — Gvd,our  Helper. 

1  OUR  helper,  God  !  we  bless  thy  name, 
Whose  love  for  ever  is  the  same ; 

The  tokens  of  thy  gracious  care 
Open,  and  crown,  and  close  the  year. 

2  Amid  ten  thousand  snares  we  stand, 
Supported  by  thy  guardian  hand ; 
And  see,  when  we  review  our  ways, 
Ten  thousand  monuments  of  praise. 

3  Thus  far  thine  arm  has  led  us  on ; 
Thus  far  we  make  thy  mercy  known ; 
And  while  we  tread  this  desert  land, 
New  mercies  shall  new  songs  demand. 

4  Our  grateful  souls, on  Jordan's  shore, 
Shall  raise  one  sacred  pillar  more  ; 
Then  bear,  in  thy  bright  courts  above, 
Inscriptions  of  immortal  love. 

nO^  c  M- 

\  /  \J  %J  •  New-  Yea  r  : — Prayer  fur  a  Blessing. 

1  NOW,  gracious  Lord  !  thine  arm  reveal, 

And  make  thy  glory  known  ; 
Now  let  us  all  thy  presence  feel, 
And  soften  hearts  of  stone. 

2  From  all  the  guilt  of  former  sin, 

May  mercy  set  us  free  ; 
And  let  this  year,  we  now  begin. 
Begin  andend  with  thee. 


THE  YEAR.  569 

3  Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above, 

That  saints  may  love  thee  more ; 
And  sinners  now  "may  learn  to  love, 
Who  never  loved  before. 

4  And,  when, before  thee,  we  appear, 

In  our  eternal  home, 
May  growing  numbers  worship  here, 
And  praise  thee  in  our  room. 

()f\  L'M 

'V-/ vJ«  A  Song  fur  the  opening  Year. 

1  GREAT  God  !  we  sing  that  mighty  hand, 
By  which  supported  still  we  stand ; 

The  opening  year  thy  mercy  shows, — 
Let  mercy  crown  it  till  it  close. 

2  By  day,  by  night — at  home,  abroad, 
Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God ; 
By  his  incessant  bounty  fed, 

By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own  : 
The  future — all  to  us  unknown — 

We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit 
And  peaceful  leave  before  thy  feet. 

4  In  scenes  exalted  or  depressed, 

Be  thou  our  joy — and  thou  our  rest ; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
Adored,  through  all  our  changing  days. 

**  When  death  shall  close  our  earthly  songs, 
And  seal,  in  silence,  mortal  tongues, 
Our  helper,  God,  in  whom  we  trust, 
Shall  keep  our  souls,  and  guard  our  dust. 

J\J  I  •  The  opening  Ytar. 

BLESS,  O  Lord  !  the  opening  year 
To  the  souls  assembled  here  ; 
Clothe  thy  word  with  power  divine, 
Make  us  willing  to  be  thine. 
When  thou  hast  thy  work  begun, 
Give  new  strength  the  race  to  run  ; 
Scatter  darkness,  doubts,  and  fears  ; 
Wipe  away  the  mourner's  tears. 
48* 


570  HYMNS. 

3  Bless  us  all  both  old  and  young, — 
Call  forth  praise  from  every  tongue : 
Let  our  whole  assembly  prove 
All  thy  power  and  all  thy  love. 

/?/~\Q  7s  and  6s. 

DUO.  A  Winter's  Dog. 

1  TIME  is  winging  us  away, 

To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 

A  journey  to  the  tomb  ; 
Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 

Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms; 
AM  that 's  mortal  soon  will  be 

Enclosed  in  death's  cold  arms. 

2  Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 

A  journey  to  the  tomb  : 
But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 

Health  and  beauty  soon  above ; 
Far  beyond  the  world's  alloy — 

Secure  in  Jesus'  love. 


609 


C.  M.  Double. 
Spring  of  the  Year. 

WHILE  beauty  clothes  the  fertile  vale, 

And  blossoms  on  the  spray  ; 
And  fragrance  breathes  in  every  gale, 

How  sweet  the  vernal  day  ! 
Hark  !  how  the  feathered  warblers  sing  ! 

'T  is  nature's  cheerful  voice  ; 
Soft  music  hails  the  lovely  spring, 

And  woods  and  fields  rejoice. 

How  kind  the  influence  of  the  skies, 

While  showers,  with  blessing  fraught, 
Bid  verdure,  beauty,  fragrance,  rise, 

And  fix  the  roving  thought ! 
Oh  !  let  my  wandering  heart  confess, 

With  gratitude  and  love, 
The  bounteous  hand  that  deigns  to  bless 

Each  smiling  field  and  grove. 

That  hand,  in  this  hard  heart  of  mine, 
Can  bid  each  virtue  live  ; 


610 


THE  YEAR.  571 

While  gentle  showers  of  grace  divine, 

Life,  beauty,  fragrance  give  : 
O  God  of  nature,  God  of  grace  ! 

Thy  heavenly  gifts  impart, 
And  bid  sweet  meditation  trace 

Spring  blooming  in  my  heart 

S.  M.  D. 

The  Spring, 

SWEET  is  the  time  of  spring, 

When  nature's  charms  appear  ; 
The  birds  with  ceaseless  pleasure  sing, 

And  hail  the  opening  year: 
But  sweeter  far  the  spring 

Of  wisdom  and  of  grace, 
When  children  bless  and  praise  their  King, 

Who  loves  the  youthful  race. 

Sweet  is  the  dawn  of  day, 

When  light  just  streaks  the  sky  ; 
When  shades  and  darkness  pass  away, 

And  morning's  beams  are  nigh : 
But  sweeter  far  the  dawn 

Of  piety  in  youth  ; 
When  doubt  and  darkness  are  withdrawn, 

Before  the  light  of  truth. 

Sweet  is  the  early  dew, 

Which  gilds  the  mountain's  tops, 
And  decks  each  plant  and  flower  we  view, 

With  pearly  glittering  drops: 
But  sweeter  far  the  scene 

On  Zion's  holy  hill, 
When  there  the  dew  of  youth  is  seen 

Its  freshness  to  distill. 


611 


7s. 
Spring,  natural  and  spiritual 

PLEASING  spring  again  is  here. 
Trees  and  fields  in  bloom  appear ; 
Hark  !  the  birds,  with  artless  lays. 
Warble  their  Creator's  praise. 

Lord  !  afford  a  spring  to  me  ; 

Let  me  feel  like  what  I  see: 

Ah  !  my  winter  has  been  long, — 

Chilled  my  hopes,  suppressed  my  song- 


612 


572  HYMNS. 

3  How  the  soul  in  winter  mourns, 
Till  the  Lord,  the  Sun,  returns  ! 
Till  the  Spirit's  gentle  rain 
Bids  the  heart  revive  again  ! 

4  O  beloved  Saviour  !  haste, 

Tell  me — all  the  storms  are  past : 
Speak,  and  by  thy  gracious  voice, 
Make  my  drooping  soul  rejoice. 

L.  M. 
The  Year  croicned  with  Goodness. 

1  ETERNAL  Source  of  every  joy  ! 
Well  may  thy  praise  our  lips  employ, — 
While,  in  thy  temple,  we  appear, 
Whose  goodness  crowns  the  circling  year. 

2  While, — as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, — 
Thy  hand  supports  the  steady  pole  ; 
The  sun  is  taught  by  thee  to  rise, 
And  darkness,  when  to  veil  the  skies. 

3  The  flowery  spnng,at  thy  command, 
Embalms  the  air  and  paints  the  land ; 
The  summer-rays,  with  vigor,  shine 
To  raise  the  corn,  and  cheer  the  vine. 

4  Thy  hand,  in  autumn,  richly  pours, 
Through  all  our  coasts,  redundant  stores ; 
And  winters,  softened  by  thy  care, 

No  more  a  face  of  horror  wear. 

5  Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise  ; 

Still  be  the  cheerful  homage  paid, 
With  morning-light  and  evening-shade. 

V/  J.  *-s  •  Summer  and  Harvfst. 

1  TO  praise  the  ever-bounteous  Lord, 

My  soul  !  wake  all  thy  powers : 
He  calls — and  at  his  voice  come  forth 
The  smiling  harvest-hours. 

2  His  covenant  with  the  earth  he  keeps ; 

My  tongue  !  his  goodness  sing  ; 
Summer  and  winter  know  their  time — 
The  harvest  crowns  the  spring. 


THE  YEAR.  573 

3  Well-pleased  the  husbandmen  behold 

The  waving  yellow  crop; 
With  joy  they  bear  the  sheaves  away, 
And  sow  again  in  hope. 

4  Thus  teach  me,  gracious  God !  to  sow 

The  seeds  of  righteousness  ; 
Smile  on  my  soul,  and,  with  thy  beams 
The  ripening  harvest  bless. 

CIA  c  M- 

v/  J.  tB»  Seed- time  and  Harvest. 

1  FOUNTAIN  of  mercy,  God  of  love  ! 

How  rich  thy  bounties  are ; 
The  changing  seasons,  as  they  move, 
Proclaim  thy  constant  care. 

2  When,  in  the  bosom  of  the  earth, 

The  sower  hid  the  grain, 
Thy  goodness  marked  its  secret  birth, 
And  sent  the  early  rain. 

3  The  spring's  sweet  influence,  Lord  !  was  thine— 

The  plants  in  beauty  grew ; 
Thou  gav'st  refulgent  suns  to  shine, 
And  soft  refreshing  dew. 

4  These  varied  mercies,  from  above, 

Matured  the  swelling  grain  : 
A  kindly  harvest  crowns  thy  love, 
And  plenty  fills  the  plain. 

5  We  own  and  bless  thy  gracious  sway — 

Thy  hand  all  nature  hails  : 
Seed-time  nor  harvest,  night  nor  day, 
Summer  nor  winter,  fails. 

fil  *>  °  M 

VJ  -L  tJ  •  Fruitful  Seasons  from  God. 

1  O  THOU  who  givest  all  their  food  !— 

Causing  thy  sun  to  shine 
Upon  the  evil  and  the  good. — 
Earth's  teeming  stores  are  thine. 

2  Thy  covenant  to  man  secures 

The  harvest  of  his  toil : 
Thy  faithful  word,  while  earth  endures, 
With  plenty  clothes  the  soil. 

3  The  wintry  frost,  the  flowery  prime, 

Alike  thy  laws  obey  : 


574  HYMNS. 

Each  herb  and  blossom  knows  its  time, 
And  fools  the  quickening  ray. 
4  Revolving  seasons  still  proclaim 
Thine  all-sustaining  word: 

Seed-time  and  harvest  speak  thy  name, — 
The  promise-keeping  Lord. 

010,  Close  of  the  Year. 

1  AWAKE,  ye  saints  !  and  raise  your  eyes, 

And  raise  your  voices  high  ; 
Awake,  and  praise  that  sovereign  love 
That  shows  salvation  nigh. 

2  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies, 

Each  moment  brings  it  near  ; 
Then  welcome  each  declining  day, 
Welcome  each  closing  year. 

3  Not  many  years  their  rounds  shall  run, 

Nor  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  revealed 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

4  Ye  wheels  of  nature  !  speed  your  course 

Ye  mortal  powers  !  decay  ; 
Fast  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death, 
Ye  bring  eternal  day. 

fi17  GM 

vl   I  i  Time  short— Man  frail. 

1  THEE  we  adore,  eternal  Name  I 

And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  arc  we  ! 

2  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  first  it  gave ; 

Whate'er  we  do,  where'er"  we  be, 

We  're  traveling  to  the  grave. 

5  Good  God !  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang  everlasting  tilings  ! 
Th'  eternal  state  of  all  the  dead, 

Upon  life's  feeble  strings. 
4  Infinite  joy,  or  endless  wo. 

Attends  on  every  breath, — 
And  yet  how  unconcerned  we  go, 

Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 


DEATH.  575 


Waken,  O  Lord  !  our  drowsy  sense, 
To  walk  this  dangerous  road ; 

And,  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 
May  they  be  found  with  God. 


DEATH 


n-i  o  L.M. 

\J  -1-  0»  Death  and  Burial  of  Saints. 

1  UXVEIL  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb  ! 

Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust, 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room 
To  seek  a  slumber  in  the  dust. 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear, 

Invade  thy  bounds  ;• — no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 

3  So  Jesus  slept ; — God's  dying  Son  [bed  ! 

Passed  through  the  grave,  and  blessed  the 
Rest  here,  blest  saint ! — till,  from  his  throne. 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shade. 

4  Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn ! 

Attend,  O  earth  !  his  sovereign  word ; 
Restore  thy  trust ; — a  glorious  form 
Shall  then  arise  to  meet  the  Lord. 


619 


8s  and  7s. 
Mourners  Comforted. 

1  CEASE,  ye  mourners  !  cease  to  languish, 

O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love  ; 
Pain,  and  death,  and  night,  and  anguish, 
Enter  not  the  world  above. 

2  While  our  silent  steps  are  straying, 

Lonely,  through  night's  deepening  shade, 
Glory's  brightest  beams  are  playing 
Round  th  immortal  spirit's  head. 

3  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving, 

From  the  hand  of  God  most  high, 
In  his  glorious  presence  living, 
They  shall  never — never  die. 


576  HYMNS. 

4  Endless  pleasure,  pain  excluding, 

Sickness  there,  no  more  can  come ; 
There,  no  fear  of  wo,  intruding, 

Sheds  o'er  heaven  a  moment's  gloom. 

5  Now,  ye  mourners  !  cease  to  languish, 

O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love  ; 

Far  removed  from  pain  and  anguish, 

They  are  chanting  hymns  above. 

fi90  c  M 

v//VV/«  Dying  in  the  Lord. 

1  HEAR  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims 

For  all  the  pious  dead  ; — 
"  Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 
And  soft  their  sleeping-bed. 

2  "  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  blessed, — 

How  kind  their  slumbers  are  ! 
From  sufferings,  and  from  sins,  released, 
And  freed  from  every  snare. 

3  "  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 

They  're  present  with  the  Lord  ; 
The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward." 

\J/yJ  J.  •  Mourning  with  Hope. 

1  WHY  should  our  tears  in  sorrow  flow 

When  God  recalls  his  own  ; 
And  bids  them  leave  a  world  of  wo, 
For  an  immortal  crown  1 

2  Is  not  e'en  death  a  gain  to  those 

Whose  life  to  God  was  given? 
Gladly  to  earth  their  eyes  they  close 
To  open  them  in  heaven. 

3  Their  toils  are  past — their  work  is  done. 

And  they  are  fully  blest ; 
They  fought  the  fight,  the  vict'ry  won, 
And  entered  into  rest. 

4  Then  let  our  sorrows  cease  to  flow, — 

God  has  recalled  his  own  ; 
But  let  our  hearts,  in  every  woe, 
Still  say,—"  Thy  will  be  done  !" 


622. 


DEATH.  577 

C.  M. 

Prayer  in  view  of  Death. 

WHEN,  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  life, 

My  trembling  soul  shall  stand, 
Waiting  to  pass  death's  awful  flood, 

Great  God  !  at  thy  command  ; — 

When  every  long-loved  scene  of  life 

Stands  ready  to  depart ; 
When  the  last  sigh  that  shakes  the  frame 

Shall  rend  this  bursting  heart ; — 

O  thou  great  Source  of  joy  supreme  I 

Whose  arm  alone  can  save, — 
Dispel  the  darkness  that  surrounds 

The  entrance  to  the  grave. 

Lay  thy  supporting,  gentle  hand 

Beneath  my  sinking  head ; 
And,  with  a  ray  of  love  divine, 

Illume  my  dying  bed. 

Leaning  on  thy  dear  faithful  breast, 

May  1  resign  my  brea..:, 
And  in  thy  fond  embraces  Lose 

"  The  bitterness  of  death." 


623 


S.  M. 

Reflections  on  past  Generations. 

HOW  swift  the  torrent  rolls, 

That  bears  us  to  the  sea  ! 
The  tide  which  hurries  thoughtless  souls 

To  vast  eternity  ! 
Our  fathers  ! — where  are  they, 

With  all  they  called  their  own  1 — 
Their  joys  and  griefs — and  hopes  and  cares 

And  wealth  and  honor — gone  ! 

But  joy  or  grief  succeeds 

Beyond  our  mortal  thought, 
While  still  the  remnant  of  their  dust 

Lies  in  the  grave  forgot. 

There,  where  the  fathers  lie, 

Must  all  the  children  dwell ; 
Nor  other  heritage  possess, 

But  such  a  gloomy  cell. 
49 


578  HYMN& 

5  God  of  our  fathers  !  hear, —  ^ 

Thou  everlasting  friend  ' — 
While  we,  as  on  life's  utmost  verge, 
Our  souls  to  thee  commend. 

6  Of  all  the  pious  dead 

May  we  the  footsteps  trace, 
Till  with  them,  in  the  land  ul'  light, 
We  dwell  before  thy  face. 

f\9A  LM 

yj&'-K*  Death  of  the  Righteous. 

1  HOW  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies, — 
When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest ! 
How  mildly  beam  the"  closing  eyes  ! 
How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast  ! 

8  So  fades  a  summer-cloud  away  ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day  ; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, — 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys  ; 
Nothing  disturbs  that  peace  profound, 
Which  his  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 

4  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears  ! 

Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell  - 
How  bright  th'  unchanging  morn  appears  ' 
Farewell,  inconstant  world  !  farewell ! 

5  Life's  duty  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 

Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  rlies ; 
While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, — 
"How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies  S" 

\J^>  *J  •  The  dying  Saint  comforted. 

1  HAPPY  soul !  thy  days  are  ending,— 

All  thy  mourning  days  below  : 
Go,  the  angel-guards  attending — 

To  the  sight"  of  Jesus  go  ! 
Waiting  toVeceive  thy  spirit, 

Lo  !  the  Saviour  stands  above  ; 
Shows  the  fulness  of  his  merit — 

Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love. 


DEATH.  579 

2  For  the  joy  he  sets  before  thee, 

Bear  a  momentary  pain  ; 
Die — to  live  a  life  of  glory  ; 

Suffer — with  thy  Lord  to  reign  : 
Struggle,  through  thy  latest  passion, 

To  thy  dear  Redeemer's  breast, — 
To  his  uttermost  salvation, — 

To  his  everlasting  rest. 

(\9(\  7sand4- 

\JAs\J  •  Support  in  Death. 

1  WHEN  the  vale  of  death  appears,^ 

Faint  and  cold  this  mortal  clay, — 
Kind  Forerunner  !  soothe  my  fears, 

Light  me  through  the  darksome  way ; 
Break  the  shadows, —  „ 

Usher  in  eternal  day. 

2  Upward  from  this  dying  state, 

Bid  my  waiting  soul  aspire  ; 
Open  thou  the  chrystal  gate  ; 

To  thy  praise  attune  my  lyre : 
Then,  triumphant, — 

I  will  join  th'  immortal  choir. 

3  When  the  mighty  trumpet  blown, 

Shall  the  judgment-dawn  proclaim  ; 
From  the  central,  burning  throne, 

Mid  creation's  final  flame  ; 
With  the  ransomed, — 

Thou  wilt  own  my  worthless  name. 

ft  97  q  M- 

*-j£j  I  •  Mourning  with  Hope. 

1  THAT  once-loved  form,  now  cold  and  dead 

Each  mournful  thought  employs  ; 
And  nature  weeps,  her  comforts  fled, 
And  withered  all  her  joys. 

2  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time, — 

When  what  we  now  deplore 

Shall  rise  in  full  immortal  prime, 

And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

3  Then  cease,  fond  nature  !  cease  thy  tears, 

Religion  points  on  high  ; 


580  HYMNS. 

There  everlasting  spring  appears, 
And  joys  that  cannot  die. 

ftOQ  L.  M. 

V/40*  Death  of  an  Infant. 

1  SO  fades  the  lovely,  blooming  flower, — 
Frail  smiling  solace  of  an  hour ! 

So  soon  our  transient  comforts  fly, 
And  pleasure  only  blooms  to  die. 

2  Is  there  no  kind, — no  lenient  art, 
To  heal  the  anguish  of  the  heart1 
Spirit  of  grace  !  be  ever  nigh, 
Thy  comforts  are  not  made  to  die. 

3  Bid  gentle  patience  smile  on  pain, 
Till  dying  hope  shall  live  again  ; 
Hope  wipes  the  tear  from  sorrow  s  eye 
And  faith  points  upward  to  the  sky. 


629 


c.  M. 

The  Grave  peaceful. 

HOW  still  and  peaceful  is  the  grave, 

Where, — life's  vain  tumults  past, — 
Th'  appointed  house,  by  heaven's  decree, 

Receives  us  all  at  last ! 
The  wicked  there  from  troubling  cease, 

Their  passions  rage  no  more  ; 
And  there  the  weary  pilgrim  rests 

From  all  the  toils  he  bore. 
All, leveled  by  the  hand  of  death, 

Lie  sleeping  in  the  tomb, 
Till  God,  in  judgment,  call  them  forth 

To  meet  their  final  doom. 


630 


C.  M. 

Prospect  of  Death. 

MY  soul !  come,  meditate  the  day, 
And  think  how  near  it  stands, 

When  thou  must  quit  this  house  of  clay, 
And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

And  you,  my  eyes  !  look  down  and  view 

The  hollow  gaping  tomb  ; 
This  gloomy  prison  waits  for  you 

Whene'er  the  summons  come. 


DEATH.  581 

3  Oh  !  could  we  die  with  those  that  die, 

And  place  us  in  their  stead  ; 
Then  would  our  spirits  learn  to  fly, 
And  converse  with  the  dead. 

4  Then  should  we  see  the  saints  above, 

In  their  own  glorious  forms, 
And  wonder,  why  our  souls  should  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 

5  We  should  almost  forsake  our  clay 

Before  the  summons  come, 
And  pray,  and  wish  our  souls  away, 
To  their  eternal  home. 

f*  Q  1  8s  and  7s. 

\J*-)  JL  •  77ns  Spirit  of  a  dying  Christian. 

1  PARTING  soul !  the  flood  awaits  thee, 

And  the  billows  round  thee  roar ; 
Yet  rejoice, — the  holy  city 
Stands  on  yon  celestial  shore. 

2  There  are  crowns  and  thrones  of  glory, 

There  the  living  waters  glide  ; 

There  the  just  in  shining  raiment, 

Standing  by  ImmanueL's  side. 

3  Linger  not, — the  stream  is  narrow, 

Though  its  cold  dark  waters  rise  ; 

He,  who  passed  the  flood  before  thee, 

Guides  thy  path  to  yonder  skies. 

\J  O  Aj  •  Death  disarmed. 

1  WHY  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die1? 

What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are  ! 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  strife, 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away  ; 
Still  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  Oh  !  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  soul  would  stretch  her  wings  in  haste 
Fly  "fearless  through  death's  iron  gate  — 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed. 
49* 


633 


582  HYMNS. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 

C.  M. 

Comfort  in  the  Death  of  Friends. 

1  WHY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  1 
'T  is  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  1 
Nor  should  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  1 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  the  saints  he  blessed, 

And  softened  every  bed  : 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
But  with  their  dying  Head  1 

5  Thence  he  arose,  ascended  high, 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way  ; 
Up  to  the  Lord  his  saints  shall  fly, 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

6  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise  ; 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground  ! 
Ye  saints  !  ascend  the  skies. 


634 


c.  M. 

Silent  Submission. 

PEACE  !  't  is  the  Lord  Jehovah's  hand 
That  blasts  our  joys  in  death  ; 

Changes  the  visage  once  so  dear. 
And  gathers  back  our  dust. 

'T  is  he,  the  Potentate  supreme 

Of  all  the  worlds  above, 
Whose  steady  counsels  wisely  rule, 

Nor  from  their  purpose  move. 


DEATH.  583 

3  'T  is  he,  whose  justice  might  demand 

Our  souls  a  sacrifice  ; 
Yet  scatters,  with  unwearied  hand, 
A  thousand  rich  supplies. 

4  Our  covenant-God  and  Father  he, 

In  Christ,  our  bleeding  Lord  ; 
Whose  grace  can  heal  the  bursting  heart, 
With  one  reviving  word. 

5  Silent  we  own  Jehovah's  name, — 

We  kiss  thy  chastening  hand  ; 
And  yield  our  comforts  and  our  life, 
To  thy  supreme  command. 

fiq^  CM. 

\J  tJ  tJ  •  Triumph  over  Death. 

1  GREAT  God  !  I  own  the  sentence  just, 

And  nature  must  decay  ; 
I  yield  my  body  to  the  dust, 
To  dwell  with  fellow-clay. 

2  Yet  faith  may  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 

And  trample  on  the  tombs  ; 
My  Jesus,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  comes. 

3  The  mighty  Conqueror  shall  appear, 

High  on  a  royal  seat ; 
And  death,  the  last  of  all  his  foes, 
Lie  vanquished  at  his  feet. 

4  Then  shall  I  see  thy  lovely  face, 

With  strong,  immortal  eyes  ; 
And  feast  upon  thine  unknown  grace, 
With  pleasure  and  surprise. 


12s  and  lis. 
A  Funeral  Hymn. 


636. 

I  THOU  art  gone  to  the  grave — but  we  will  not 
deplore  thee, 
Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encompass  the 
tomb ; 
The  Saviour  has  passed  through  its  portals  before 
thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide  through 
the  gloom. 


584  HYMNS. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave — we  no  longer  behold 

thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  world  by  thy 

side  ; 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to  enfold 

thee, 
And  sinners  may  hope,  since  the  Sinless  hath 

died. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave — and,  its  mansion 

forsaking, 

Perchance  thy  weak  spirit  in  doubt  lingered 
long  ; 
But  the  sunshine  of  heaven  beamed  bright  on  thy 
waking, 

And  the  sound  thou  didst  hear  was  the  se- 
raphim's song. 

4  Thou  art  gone   to  the  grave — but  we  will   not 

deplore  thee, 
Since  God  was  thy  ransom,  thy  guardian,  thy 

guide ; 
He  gave  thee,  he  took  thee,  and  he  will  restore 

thee, 
And  death  hath  no  sting,  since  the  Saviour  hath 

died. 

vf  I  «  Victory  over  Death. 

1  OH  !  for  an  overcoming  faith, 

To  cheer  my  dying  hours  ; 
To  triumph  o'er  the  monster,  death, 
And  all  his  frightful  powers! 

2  Joyful,  with  all  the  strength  I  have, 

My  quivering  lips  should  sing, — 
"Where  is  thy  boasted  viet'ry,   grave? 
O  death  !  where  is  thy  sting  V 

3  If  sin  be  pardoned,  I  'm  secure  ; 

Death  has  no  sting  beside  : 
The  law  gives  sin  its  damning  power, 
But  Christ,  my  ransom,  died. 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 

Immortal  thanks  be  paid  ; — 
Who  makes  us  conquerors,  while  we  die, 
Through  Christ,  our  living  head. 


DEATH.  585 

/^qo  CM. 

XJOO,  The  Death  of  Children. 

1  YE  mourning  saints  !  whose  streaming  tears 

Flow  o'er  your  children  dead, — 
Say  not  in  transports  of  despair, 
That  all  your  hopes  are  fled. 

2  While,  cleaving  to  that  darling  dust, 

In  fond  distress  ye  lie, 
Rise,  and  with  joy,  and  reverence,  view 
A  heavenly  parent  nigh. 

3  Though — your  young  branches  torn  away, — 

Like  withered  trunks  ye  stand  ; 
With  fairer  verdure  shall  ye  bloom, 
Touched  by  th'  Almighty's  hand. 

4  «;I  '11  give  the  mourner,"  saith  the  Lord, 

"  In  my  own  house  a  place ; 
No  names  of  daughters  and  of  sons 
Could  yield  so  high  a  grace. 

5  "  Transient  and  vain  is  every  hope 

A  rising  race  can  give  ; 
In  endless  honor  and  delight, 
My  children  all  shall  live." 

6  We  welcome,  Lord  !  those  rising  tears, 

Through  which  thy  face  we  see  ;       [hearts, 
And  bless  those  wounds  which,  through  our 
Prepare  a  way  for  thee. 


639. 


L.M. 

The  Christian's  parting  Hour. 


1  HOW  sweet  the  hour  of  closing  day, 

When  all  is  peaceful  and  serene  ; 
And  the  broad  sun's  retiring  ray 
Sheds  a  mild  lustre  o'er  the  scene  ! 

2  Such  is  the  Christian's  parting  hour, — 

So  peacefully  he  sinks  to  rest ; 
When  faith,  endued  from  heaven  with  power, 
Strengthens  and  cheers  his  languid  breast. 

3  Mark  but  that  radiance  of  his  eye, — 

That  smile,  upon  his  wasted  cheek  ! 
They  tell  us  of  his  glory  nigh, 
In  language  which  no  tongue  can  speak. 


536  HYMNS. 

4  A  beam  from  heaven  is  sent  to  cheer 

The  pilgrim  on  his  gloomy  road ; 
And  angels  are  attending  near, 
To  bear  him  to  their  bright  abode. 

5  Who  would  not  wish  to  die,  like  those 

Whom  God's  own  Spirit  deigns  to  bless , 
To  sink  into  that  soft  repose, 
Then  wake  to  perfect  happiness  ! 


c.  M. 

The  Christian's  Farewell. 


640. 

1  YE  golden  lamps  of  heaven  !  farewell. 

With  all  your  feeble  light ; 
Farewell,  thou  ever-changing  moon  ! 
Pale  empress  of  the  night. 

2  And  thou,  refulgent  orb  of  day  ! 

In  brighter  flames  arrayed, — 
My  soul,  that  springs  beyond  thy  sphere 
No  more  demands  thy  aid. 

3  Ye  stars  are  but  the  shining  dust 

Of  my  divine  abode  ; 
The  pavement  of  those  heavenly  courts. 
Where  I  shall  see  my  God. 

4  The  Father  of  eternal  light 

Shall  there  his  beams  display  ; 
Nor  shall  one  moment's  darkness  mix. 
With  that  unvaried  day. 

5  No  more  the  drops  of  piercing  grief 

Shall  swell  into  mine  eyes  ; 
Nor  the  meridian  sun  decline 
Amid  those  brighter  skies. 

6  There  all  the  millions  of  his  saints 

Shall  in  one  song  unite  ; 
And  each  the  bliss  of  all  shall  view, 
With  infinite  delight. 


641 


CM. 

The  Moment  after  Death. 

1  IN  vain  the  fancy  strives  to  paint 
The  moment  after  death, — 
The  glories  that  surround  a  saint, 
When  yielding  up  his  breath. 


DEATH.  587 

2  One  gentle  sigh  the  fetters  breaks  ; 

We  scarce  can  say, — He  's  gone  I — 
Before  the  willing  spirit  takes 
Its  mansion  near  the  throne. 

3  Faith  strives — but  all  its  efforts  fail, — 

To  trace  the  spirit's  flight ; 
No  eye  can  pierce  within  the  veil 
Which  hides  the  world  of  light. 

4  Thus  much — and  't  is  enough  to  know — 

Saints  are  completely  blest ; 
Have  done  with  sin,  and  care,  and  wo, 
And  with  their  Saviour  rest. 

5  On  harps  of  gold,  they  praise  his  name, 

And  see  him  face  to  face  : 
Oh  !  let  us  catch  the  heavenly  flame, 
And  live  in  his  embrace, 
c.  M. 
Tae  eartMy  and  heavenly  House. 

1  THERE  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands, 


642 


Eternal,  and  on  high  ; 
And  here  my  spirit,  waiting,  stands, 
Till  God  shall  bid  it  fly. 

2  Shortly  this  prison  of  my  clay 

Must  be  dissolved  and  fall ; 

Then,  O  my  soul !  with  joy  obey 

Thy  heavenly  Father's  call. 

3  'T  is  he,  by  his  almighty  grace, 

Who  forms  thee  fit  for  heaven ; 
And,  as  an  earnest  of  the  place, 
Hath  his  own  Spirit  given. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come , 

Faith  lives  upon  his  word  ; 
But  while  the  body  is  our  home, 
We  're  absent  from  the  Lord. 

5  'T  is  pleasant  to  believe  thy  grace, 

But  we  had  rather  see  ; 
We  would  be  absent  from  the  flesh, 
And  present,  Lord  !  with  thee. 

vTit/i  A  Voice  from  Vie  Tomb. 

1  HARK !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound ! 
My  ears  !  attend  the  cry — 


588  HYMNS. 

"  Ye  living  men  !  come  view  the  ground, 
Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

2  "  Princes  !  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 

In  spite  of  all  your  towers  ; 
The  tall,  the  wise,  the  reverend  head, 
Must  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

3  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom  1 

And  are  we  still  secure  ] 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more  ! 

4  Grant  us  the  power  of  quickening  grace, 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly  ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
We  '11  rise  above  the  sky. 

a  a  a  s.  m. 

V/^fclftU  Death  and  the  Resurrection. 

1  AND  must  this  body  die  ?— 

This  mortal  frame  decay) 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay  1 

2  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 

And  often  from  the  skies 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dust, — 
.    Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

3  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace, 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine ; 
And  every  shape,  and  every  face, 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

4  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jesus'  dying  love  ; 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  sing  his  power  above. 

5  Dear  Lord  !  accept  the  praise 

Of  these  our  humble  songs  ; 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise, 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

vJ^fc  *J  •  The  Death-  Bed  of  the  Righ  teoua. 

1  THIS  place  is  holy  ground  ; 

World  !  w'th  thy  cares,  away ! 


DEATH.  589 

Silence  and  darkness  reign  around ; 

But  lo  !  the  break  of  day  ! 
What  bright  and  sudden  dawn  appears, 
To  shine  upon  this  scene  of  tears  ! 

2  Behold  the  bed  of  death,— 

This  pale  and  lovely  clay  ! 
Heard  ye  the  sob  of  parting  breath  7 

Marked  ye  the  eyes'  last  ray  ? — 
No  ! — life  so  sweetly  ceased  to  be, 
It  lapsed  in  immortality . 

3  Could  tears  revive  the  dead, 

Rivers  should  swell  our  eyes ; 
Could  sighs  recall  the  spirit  "fled, 

We  would  not  quench  our  sighs, 
Till  love  relumed  this  altered  mien, 
And  all  th'  embodied  soul  were  seen. 

4  Bury  the  dead, — and  weep, 

In  stillness,  o'er  the  loss ; 
Bury  the  dead, — in  Christ  they  sleep, 

Who  bore  on  earth  his  cross, 
And,  from  the  grave,  their  dust  shall  rise 
In  his  own  image  to  the  skies. 


646. 


C.  M. 
Funeral. 


1  BENEATH  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head, 

Is  equal  warning  given  ; 
Beneath  us  lie  the^countless  dead, — 
Above  us,  is  the  heaven. 

2  Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze, 

And  lurks  in  every  flower  ; 
Each  season  has  its  own  disease, 
Its  peril — every  hour. 

3  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  rosy  light 

Of  youth's  soft  cheek  decay, 
And  fate  descend,  in  sudden  night, 
On  manhood's  middle  day. 

4  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  steps  of  age 

Halt  feebly  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  yet  shall  earth  our  hearts  engage, 
And  dreams  of  days  to  come  ] 


590  HYMNS. 

5  Turn,  mortal !  turn  ;  thy  danger  know; 

Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread, 
The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below, 
And  warns  thee  of  her  dead. 

6  Turn,  Christian  !  turn  ;  thy  soul  apply 

To  truths  divinely  given; 
The  forms,  which  underneath  thee  lie, 
Shall  live,  for  hell,  or  heaven. 

f\A!7  c  M- 

KJ^o  I  •  Death  and  Eternity. 

1  STOOP  down,  my  thoughts  !  that  used  torist 

Converse  a  while  with  death  ; 
Think — how  a  gasping  mortal  lies, 
And  pants  away  his  breath. 

2  His  quivering  lip  hangs  feebly  down, 

His  pulse  is  faint  and  few  ; 
Then,  speechless,  with  a  doleful  ..groan, 
He  bids  the  world  adieu  ! 

3  But  Oh  !  the  soul  that  never  dies ! 

At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  : 
Ye  thoughts  !  pursue  it  where  it  flies, 
And  track  its  wondrous  way: — 

4  Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwell, 

It  mounts,  triumphant  there.; — 
Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell, 
In  infinite  despair. 

5  And  must  this  body  faint  and  die  1 

And  must  this  soul  remove  1 
Oh  !  for  some  guardian  angel  nigh, 
To  bear  it  safe  above  ! 

6  Jesus  !  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand, 

My  naked  soal  I  trust ; 
And  my  flesh  waits  for  thy  command, 
To  drop  into  my  dust. 

vJt^O*  Prayer  for  the  dying  Christian. 

1  GENTLY,  my  Saviour  !  let  me  down, 
To  slumber  in  the  arms  of  death : 
I  rest  my  soul  on  thee  alone, 
E'en  till  my  last  expiring  breath. 


DEATH.  591 

2  Soon  will  the  storm  of  life  be  o'er, 

And  I  shall  enter  endless  rest : 
There  I  shall  live  to  sin  no  more, 
And  bless  thy  name  for  ever  blest. 

3  Bid  me  possess  sweet  peace  within  ; 

Let  childlike  patience  keep  my  heart ; 
Then  shall  I  feel  my  heaven  begin, 
Before  my  spirit  hence  depart. 

4  Hasten  thy  chariot,  God  of  love  ! 

And  fetch  me  from  this  world  of  wo ; 
I  long  to  reach  those  joys  above, 
And  bid  farewell  to  all  below. 

5  There  shall  my  raptured  spirit  raise 

Still  louder  notes  than  angels  sing, — 
High  glories  to  ImmanuePs  grace, — 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  and  my  King ! 

L.  M. 

Mourning  with  Submission. 

1  THE  God  of  love  will  sure  indulge 

The  flowing  tear,  the  heaving  sigh, 
When  righteous  persons  fall  around, — 
When  tender  friends  and  kindred  die. 

2  Yet  not  one  anxious,  murm'ring  thought 

Should  with  our  mourning  passions  blend 
Nor  would  our  bleeding  hearts  forget 
Th'  almighty,  ever-living  Friend. 

3  Beneath  a  numerous  train  of  ills, 

Our  feeble  flesh  and  heart  may  fail ; 
Yet  shall  our  hope  in  thee,  our  God, 
O'er  every  gloomy  fear  prevail. 

4  Our  Father-God  !  to  thee  we  look, 

Our  Rock,  our  Portion  and  our  Friend ; 
And  on  thy  covenant-love  and  truth, 
Our  sinking  souls  shall  still  depend. 


649 


650 


C.  M. 

The  Death  of  a  Youth. 

WHEN  blooming  youth  is  snatcthed  away, 

By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 

That  pity  must  demand. 


592  HYMNS. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

Oh  !  may  this  truth,  impressed 
With  avvfui  power, — "I  too  must  die  !" 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 

3  Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more  ; 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb  ! 
It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour, — 
To-morrow  death  may  come. 

4  Oh  !  let  us  fly — to  Jesus  fly — 

Whose  powerful  arm  can  save ; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

5  Great  God !  thy  sovereign  grace  impart, 

With*  cleansing,  healing  power ; 
This  only  can  prepare  the  heart, 
For  death's  surprising  hour. 


c.  M. 
Death  and  the  Resurrection. 


651. 

1  THROUGH  sorrow's  night,  and  danger's  path 

Amid  the  deepening  gloom, 

We,  soldiers  of  an  injured  king, 

Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

2  There,  when  the  turmoil  is  no  more, 

And  all  our  powers  decay, 
Our  cold  remains,  in  solitude, 
Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 

3  Our  labors  done  securely  laid 

In  this  our  last  retreat, 
Unheeded,  o'er  our  silent  dust, 
The  storms  of  life  shall  beat. 

4  Yet  not  thus  lifeless,  thus  inane, 

The  vital  spark  shall  lie  ; 
For,  o'er  life's  wreck,  that  spark  shall  rise 
To  seek  its  kindred  sky. 

5  These  ashes  too, — this  little  dust, — 

Our  Father's  care  shall  keep, 
Till  the  last  angel  rise  and  break 
The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 

6  Then  love's  soft  dew,  o'er  every  eye, 

Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays, 


DEATH.  593 


And  the  long-silent  dust  shall  burst, 
With  shouts  of  endless  praise. 


352. 


C.  M. 
Death  dreadful  or  delightful. 


1  DEATH  !— -'t  is  a  melancholy  day, 

To  those  who  have  no  God, — 
When  the  poor  soul  is*forced  away 
To  seek  her  last  abode. 

2  In  vain,  to  heaven  she  lifts  her  eyes, — 

But  guilt  a  heavy  chain, 
Still  drags  her  downward  from  the  skies, 
To  darkness,  fire,  and  pain. 

3  Awake,  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  wo ! 

Let  stubborn  sinners  fear  ; 
Why  will  ye  sink  to  flames  below, 
And  dwell  for  ever  there  1 

4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you, 

And  flashes  in  your  face  ; 
And  thou,  my  soul !  look  downward  too, 
And  sing  recovering  grace. 

|>^q  C.  M. 

f*J  *->  •  Death  and  Judgment  appointed  to  all. 

1  HEAVEN  has  confirmed  the  dread  decree, 

That  Adam's  race  must  die  ; 
One  general  ruin  sweeps  them  down, 
And  low  in  dust  they  lie. 

2  Ye  living  men  !  the  tomb  survey, 

Where  you  must  shortly  dwell ; 
Hark  !  how  the  awful  summons  sounds, 
In  every  funeral-knell ! 

3  Once  you  must  die — and  once  for  all, — 

The  solemn  purport  weigh  ; 
For  know,  that  heaven  and  hell  are  hung 
On  that  important  day. 

4  Those  eyes,  so  long  in  darkness  veiled, 

Must  wake  the  Judge  to  see  ; 
And  every  word,  and  every  thought, 
Must  pass  his  scrutiny. 


594  HYMNS. 

5  Oh  !  may  I,  in  the  Judge,  behold 
My  Saviour  and  my  Friend  ; 
And,  far  above  the  reach  of  death, 
With  all  thy  saints  ascend. 


JUDGMENT. 


v/t/TcU  Christ  coming  to  save  his  People. 

1  HARK — that  shout  of  rapturous  joy, 

Bursting  forth  from  yonder  cloud  I 
Jesus  comes — and,  through  the  sky, 
Angels  tell  their  joy  aloud. 

2  Hark  ! — the  trumpet's  awful  voice 

Sounds  abroad  through  sea  and  land: 
Let  his  people  now  rejoice, 
Their  redemption  is  at  hand. 

3  See  ! — the  Lord  appears  in  view ; 

Heaven  and  earth  before  him  fly ; 
Rise,  ye  saints  !  he  comes  for  you, — 
Rise,  to  meet  him  in  the  sky. 

4  Go  and  dwell  with  him  above, 

Where  no  foe  can  e'er  molest ; 
Happy  in  the  Saviour's  love, 
Ever  blessing,  ever  blest. 

U  <J  tJ  •  Ood,  the  awful  Judge. 

1  SING  to  the  Lord,  ye  heavenly  hosts  ! 

And  thou,  O  earth  !  adore  ; 
Let  death  and  hell,  through  all  their  coasts, 
Stand  trembling  at  his  power. 

2  His  sounding  chariot  shakes  the  sky, 

He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne  : 
There  all  his  stores  of  lightning  lie, 
Till  vengeance  darts  them  down. 

3  Think,  O  my  soul !  the  dreadful  day, 

When  this  incensed  God 
Shall  rend  the  sky,  and  burn  the  sea, 
And  send  his  wrath  abroad. 


JUDGMENT.  593 

What  shall  the  wretch,  the  sinner  do  ? 

He  once  defied  the  Lord  ; 
But  he  shall  dread  the  thunderer  nowv 

And  sink  beneath  his  word. 
Tempests  of  angry  fire  shall  roll 

To  blast  the  rebel-worm, 
And  beat  upon  his  naked  soul, 

In  one  eternal  storm. 


656 


657 


8s,  7s  and  4. 
Christ  coming  to  Judgment. 

LO  !  he  comes,  in  clouds  descending, 

Once  for  favored  sinners  slain  ; 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending 

Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train  : 
Hallelujah ; — 

Jesus  shall  for  ever  reign*  m 
Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty  ; 
Those  who  set  at  nought,  and  sold  him, 

Pierced  and  nailed  him  to  the  tree, 
Deeply  wailing, — 

Shall  the  great  Messiah  see. 
Every  island,  sea,  and  mountain, 

Heaven,  and  earth  shall  flee  away  ; 
All  who  hate  him,  must,  confounded, 

Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day  ; 
Come  to  judgment ! — 

Come  to  judgment, — come  away. 
Now  the  Saviour,  long-expected, 

See,  in  solemn  pomp,  appear ! 
All  his  saints,  by  man  rejected, 

Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air. 
Hallelujah ! — 

See  the  day  of  God  appear. 

8s,  7s  and  4. 
The  Judgment  welcomed. 

LO  !  he  cometh. — countless  trumpets 
Wake  to  life  the  slumbering  dead ; 

Mid  ten  thousand  saints  and  angels, 
See  their  great  exalted  Head  : 

Hallelujah  !— 
Welcome,  welcome,  Son  of  God  i 


596  HYMNS. 

2  Full  of  joyful  expectation, 

Saints  behold  the  Judge  appear  : 
Truth  and  justice  go  before  him — 

Now  the  joyful  sentence  hear  ; 
Hallelujah  !— 

Welcome,  welcome,  Judge  divine ! 

3  "  Come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father  ! 

Enter  into  life  and  joy ; 
Banish  all  your  fears  and  sorrows ; 

Endless  praise  be  your  employ :" 
Hallelujah!— 

Welcome,  welcome  to  the  skies. 

azo  c.  m. 

V7  tJ  v_7  •  Everlasting  Absence  of  God  intolerable. 

1  THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 

Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, — 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys  ! 

Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart ! 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce^the  sound — Depart ! 

3  Oh  !  wretched  state  of  deep  despair — 

To  see  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  station,  where 
1  must  not  taste  his  love  ! 

4  Jesus !  I  throw  my  arms  around, 

And  hang  upon  thy  breast ; 
Without  one  gracious  smile  from  thee, 
My  spirit  cannot  rest. 

5  Oh  !  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands ; 
Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 


CM. 

The  Judgment  anticipated. 


659. 

1  WHEN,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 
O'erwhelmed  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  see  my  Maker  face  to  face, — 
Oh  !  how  shall  I  appear  1 


JUDGMENT.  597 

t  If  now,  while  pardon  may  be  found, 
And  mercy  may  be  sought, 
My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought ; — 

3  When  thou,  O  Lord !  shalt  stand  disclosed, 

In  majesty  severe, 
And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, — 
Oh  !  how  shall  I  appear  ? 

4  Then  see  my  sorrows,  gracious  Lord ! 

Let  mercy  set  me  free  ; 
While,  in  the  confidence  of  prayer, 
My  heart  takes  hold  of  thee. 

5  For  never  shall  my  soul  despair 

Thy  mercy  to  procure  ; 
Since  thy  beloved  Son  has  died 
To  make  that  mercy  sure. 

f*f*f\  8s,  7s  and  4. 

\)  U  \J  •  The  Judgment-  Trumpet. 

1  HARK ! — the  judgment-trumpet  sounding 

Rends  the  skies  and  shakes  the  poles ; 
Lo  !  the  day,  with  wrath  abounding, 
Breaks  upon  astonished  souls  : 

Every  creature 
Now  the  awful  Judge  beholds. 

2  Jesus,  captain  of  salvation, 

Leads  his  armies  down  the  skies  , 
Every  kindred,  tribe  and  nation, 
From  the  sleep  of  death,  arise: 

Heaven's  loud  summons 
Fills  the  world  with  dread  surprise. 

3  Zion's  king,  his  throne  ascending, 

Calls  his  saints  before  his  face ; 
Crowns,  with  glory  never-ending, 
All  the  children  of  his  grace : 

Heaven  shall  echo  ; — 
Songs  of  triumph  fill  the  place. 

4  Look  beneath,  where  hell  is  burning  ! 

There  the  sons  of  darkness  lie  ; 
Hope  to  black  despair  is  turning  ; 
There  the  worm  shall  never  die ; 

Careless  sinner ! — 
Oh  !  to  Jesus  quickly  fly. 


661 


662 


'  HYMNS. 

L.  M. 

The  Judgment- Scene. 

THE  Lord  shall  come, — the  earth  shall  quake 
The  mountains  to  their  centre  shake ; 
And,  withering  from  the  vault  of  night, 
The  stars  shall  pale  their  feeble  light. 

The  Lord  shall  come, — but  not  the  same 
As  once,  in  lowliness,  he  came, — 
A  silent  lamb  before  his  foes, — 
A  weary  man,  and  full  of  woes. 
The  Lord  shall  come, — a  dreadful  form, 
With  rainbow- wreath,  and  robes  of  storm, 
On  cherub-wings  and  wings  of  wind, — 
Appointed  judge  of  all  mankind. 

Can  this  be  he,  who  wont  to  stray 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway  ; 
Oppressed  by  power,  and  mocked  by  pride, 
The  Nazarene — the  Crucified  1 
While  sinners  in  despair  shall  call, — 
"  Rocks, — hide  us  ! — mountains  !  on  us  fall !" 
The  saints,  ascending  from  the  tomb, 
Shall  joyful  sing, — "  The  Lord  is  come  !" 

8s,  7s  and  4. 
Saints  and  Sinners  judged. 

DAY  of  judgment !  day  of  wonders  ! 

Hark  ! — the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 

Shakes  the  vast  creation  round  : 
How  the  summons 

Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound  ! 
See  the  Judge,  our  nature  wearing, 

Clothed  in  majesty  divine  ! 
You,  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

Then  shall  say, — "  This  God  is  mine  !w 
Gracious  Saviour  1 

Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine. 

At  his  call,  the  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea ; 
All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken, 

By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee : 
Careless  sinner ! 

What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 


JUDGMENT.  599 

But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 
Loved  and  served  the  Lord  below, 

He  will  say, — "  Come  near,  ye  blessed  ! 
See  the  kingdom  I  bestow ! 

You  for  ever 
Shall  my  love  and  glory  know.'* 


663 


fc's  and  7s.     Irregular. 
Christ,  coming  to  Judgment. 

1  GREAT  God  !  what  do  I  see  and  hear  ?— 

The  end  of  things  created  ! 
Behold  the  Judge  of  man  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated  ! 
The  trumpet  sounds — the  graves  restore 
The  dead  which  they  contained  before  !— 

Prepare,  my  soul  1  to  meet  him. 

2  The  dead  in  Christ  shall  first  arise, 

At  the  last  trumpet's  sounding. 
Caught  up  to  meet  him  in  the  skies, 

With  joy  their  Lord  surrounding: 
No  gloomy  fears  their  souls  dismay 
His  presence  sheds  eternal  day, 

On  those  prepared  to  meet  him. 

3  Great  God !  what  do  I  see  and  hear  2 — 

The  end  of  things  created  ! 
Behold  the  Judge  of  man  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated  I 
Low  at  his  cross  I  view  the  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away 

And  thus  prepare  to  meet  him. 

£?£?  /|  S.    M. 

vJ  U^r»  TJie  Judgment  in  Prospect. 

1  AND  will  the  Judge  descend] 

And.  must  the  dead  arise  1 

And  not  a  single  soul  escape 

His  all-discerning  eyes? 

2  How  will  my  heart  endure 

The  terrors  of  that  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven  before  his  face, 
Astonished,  shrink  away  J 

3  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead, 


800  HYMNS. 

Hark  ! — from  the  gospel'.*  cheering  sound 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

4  Ye  sinners  !  seek  his  grace, — 

His  wrath  ye  cannot  bear ; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

5  So  shall  that  curse  remove, 

By  which  the  Saviour  bled ; 

And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pou. 

His  blessings  on  your  head. 


665 


C.  P.  M. 

Tke  Saint  at  Christ's  right  Hand. 

1  WHEN  thou,  my  righteous  Judge  !  shalt  com* 
To  fetch  thy  ransomed  people  home, 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  1 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
WTho  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand ! 

2  Blest  Saviour  !  grant  it  by  thy  grace ; 
Be  thou  my  only  hiding-place, 

In  this  th'  accepted  day  ; 
Thy  pard'ning  voice,  Oh  I  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear, 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

3  Among  thy  saints  let  me  be  found, 
Whene'er  th'  archangel's  trump  shall  sound 

To  see  thy  smiling  face  ; 
Then  filled  with  rapture  shall  I  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 

With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 


666, 


8s,  7s  and  4. 

77ie  Sinner's  Doom. 


1  SEE  th'  eternal  Judge  descending, 

View  him  seated  on  his  throne  ! 
Now,  poor  sinner !  now  lamenting, 

Stand  and  hear  thine  awful  doom  ;-~ 
Trumpets  call  thee  ! — 

Stand  and  hear  thine  awful  doom. 

2  Hear  the  cries  he  now  is  venting, 

Filled  with  dread  of  fiercer  pain ; 


J 


JUDGMENT.  601 

While  rn  anguish  thus  lamenting, 

That  he  ne'er  was  born  again  ! 
Greatly  mourning, — 

That  he  ne'er  was  born  again  ! — 

"  Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Saviour, 

With  the  marks  of  dying  love  ; 
Oh  !  that  I  had  sought  his  favor, 

When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move  ! 
Golden  moments, — 

When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move." 

Now,  despisers  !  look  and  wonder ; 

Hope  and  sinners  here  must  part  ; 
Louder  than  a  peal  of  thunder, 

Hear  the  dreadful  sound, — "Depart  V9 
Lost  forever, — 

Hear  the  dreadful  sound, — "Depart!" 

L.  M. 

Tlie  Day  of  Wrath. 

1  THAT  day  of  wrath  !— that  dreadful  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away  !— 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay! 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day, — 

2  When,  shrivelling  like  a  parched  scroll, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll ; 
And  louder  yet— and  yet  more  dread, — 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead? 

3  Oh  !  on  that  day — that  wrathful  day, 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay, 
Be  thou,  O  Christ !  the  sinner's  stay, — 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 


667 


668. 


S.M. 

The  Lord,  coming  to  Judgment. 


BEHOLD  !  the  day  is  come, 

The  righteous  Judge  is  near  ; 
And  sinners,  trembling  at  their  doom. 
Shall  soon  their  sentence  hear. 

Angels,  in  bright  attire, 

Conduct  him  through  the  skies ; 
Darkness  and  tempests,    moke  and  fire, 

Attend  him  as  he  flie-. 
51 


602  HYMNS. 

3  How  awful  is  the  sight ! 

How  loud  the  thunders  roar! 
The  sun  forbears  to  give  his  light, 
And  stars  are  seen  no  more. 

4  The  whole  creation  groans, 

But  saints  arise  and  sing  ; 
They  are  the  ransomed  of  the  Lord, 
And  he  their  God  and  King. 


HEAVEN. 


fiftQ  c  M 

vJ  Vi  £7  •  The  cheering  Prospect  of  Heaven. 

1  THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign, 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-withering  flowers ; 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green  ; 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea ; 
And  linger,  shivering  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  Oh  !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove,— 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, — 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes  ; — 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, — 
Not  Jordan's  streams,  nor  death's  cold  flood 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


HEAVEN.  603 

fi70  LM 

\J  I  VJ  •  The  Worship  of  Heaven. 

1  OH  !  for  a  sweet,  inspiring  ray, 

To  animate  our  feeble  strains, 
From  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day, — 
The  blissful  realms,  where  Jesus  reigns. 

2  There,  low  before  his  glorious  throne, 

Adoring  saints  and  angels  fall ; 
And,  with  delightful  worship,  own 

His  smile  their  bliss,  their  heaven,  their  all 

3  Immortal  glories  crown  his  head, 

While  tuneful  hallelujahs  rise, 
And  love,  and  joy,  and  triumph  spread 
Through  all  th'  assemblies  of  the  skies. 

4  He  smiles, — and  seraphs  tune  their  songs 

To  boundless  rapture,  while  they  gaze ; 
Ten  thousand,  thousand  joyful  tongues 
Resound  his  everlasting  praise. 

5  There  all  the  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb 

Shall  join  at  last  the  heavenly  choir ; 
Oh  !  may  the  joy-inspiring  theme 
Awake  our  faith  and  warm  desire. 

5  Dear  Saviour !  let  thy  Spirit  seal 
Our  interest  in  that  blissful  place  ; 
Till  death  remove  this  mortal  veil, 
And  we  behold  thy  lovely  face. 


671 


7s. 
The  Songs  and  Bliss  of  Heaven. 

1  HIGH  in  yonder  realms  of  light, 

Dwell  the  raptured  saints  above , 
Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 

Happy  in  Immanuel's  love  : 
Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears, 

Once  they  knew,  like  us  below, 
Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears, 

Torturing  pain,  and  heavy  wo. 

2  Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 

Mid  th'  angelic  lyres  above, 
Hark  !  their  songs  melodious  rise, 

Songs  of  praise  to  Jesus'  love  : 
Happy  spirits  !  ye  are  fled, 

Where  no  grief  can  entrance  find,- 


604  HYMNS. 

Lulled  to  rest,  the  aching  head, 

Soothed,  the  anguish  of  the  mind. 
3  All  is  tranquil  and  serene, — 

Calm  and  undisturbed  repose  ; 
There  no  cloud  can  intervene, 

There  no  angry  tempest  blows : 
Every  tear  is  wiped  away, 

Sighs  no  more  shall  heave  the  breast ; 
Night  is  lost  in  endless  day, 

Sorrow,  in  eternal  rest. 

f>79  s- M 

V<A/.  Rest  for  the  weary  Soul. 

1  OH !  where  shall  rest  be  found, — 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'T  were  vain  the  ocean-depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh ; 
'T  is  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years; 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath ; 
Oh  !  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death  ! 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace  ! 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun; 
Lest  we  be  banished  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 

fi7Q  c  *■ 

\J  I  tJ  •  Freedom  from  Sin  and  Sorrow. 

1  HOW  happy  are  the  souls  above, 

From  sin  and  sorrow  free  ! 
With  Jesus  they  are  now  at  rest, 
And  all  his  glory  see. 

2  "Worthy  the  Lamb,"  aloud  they  cry, 

"  That  brought  us  near  to  God :" 
In  ceaseless  hymns  of  praise,  they  shout 
The  virtue  of  his  blood. 


HEAVEN.  605 

8  Sweet  gratitude  inspires  their  songs, 
Ambitious  to  proclaim, 
Before  the  Father's  awful  throne, 
The  honors  of  the  Lamb. 

4  With  wondering  joy,  they  recollect, 

Their  fears  and  dangers  past ; 
And  bless  the  wisdom,  power,  and  love, 
Which  brought  them  safe  at  last. 

5  Lord  !  let  the  merit  of  thy  death 

To  me  be  likewise  given  ; 
And  I,  with  them,  will  shout  thy  praise", 
Through  all  the  courts  of  heaven. 

/T>rVyj  8s  and  6s.     Irregular. 

U  I  tp«  Things  temporal  and  eternal. 

1  OH  !  weep  not  for  the  joys  that  fade, 

Like  evening-lights  away, — 
For  hopes,  that,  like  the  stars  decayed, 

Have  left  thy  mortal  day ; 
For  clouds  of  sorrow  will  depart, 

And  brilliant  skies  be  given ; 
And  though  on  earth  the  tear  may  start, 
Yet  bliss  awaits  the  holy  heart, 

Amid  the  bowers  of  heaven. 

2  Oh  !  weep  not  for  the  friends  that  pass 

Into  the  lonely  grave, 
As  breezes  sweep  the  withered  grass 

Along  the  restless  wave  ; 
For  though  thy  pleasures  may  depart, 

And  mournful  days  be  given, 
And  lonely  though  on  earth  thou  art, 
Yet  bliss  awaits  the  holy  heart, 

When  friends  rejoin  in  heaven. 

\J  l  ts»  Heaven  anticipated. 

1  COME,  Lord !  and  warm  each  languid  heart, 

Inspire  each  lifeless  tongue, 

And  let  the  joys  of  heaven  impart 

Their  influence  to  our  song. 

2  Then  to  the  shining  realms  of  bliss 

The  wings  of  faith  shall  soar, 
And  all  the  charms  of  paradise 
Our  raptured  thoughts  explore. 
51* 


606  HYMNS. 

3  There  shall  the  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb 

Join  in  immortal  songs  ; 
And  endless  honors  to  his  name 
Employ  their  tuneful  tongues. 

4  Lord  !  tune  our  hearts  to  praise  and  love,— 

Our  feeble  notes  inspire  ; 
Till  in  thy  blissful  courts  above, 
We  join  the  heavenly  choir. 

f*V*y  C*  8s  and  6s.     Irregular. 

\J  I  vJ  •  Heaven  anticipated. 

1  THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

To  mourning  wanderers  given  : 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast, 

'T  is  found  above — in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven  ; 
When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 

3  There,  faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye, 

To  brighter  prospects  given  ; 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening-shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

4  There,  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 
There,  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom  ; — 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb, 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

\)  i    I  •  The  Peace  and  Repose  of  Heaven. 

1  THERE  is  an  hour  of  hallowed  peace 

For  those  with  cares  oppressed, 
When  sighs  and  sorr'wing  tears  shall  ceass 
And  all  be  hushed  to  rest. 

2  'T  is  then  the  soul  is  freed  from  fears 

And  doubts  which  here  annoy; 
Then  they,w:io  oft  have  sown  in  tears, 
Shall  reap  again  in  joy. 

3  There  is  a  home  of  sweet  repose, 

Where  storms  assail  no  more; 


HEAVEN.  607 

The  stream  of  endless  pleasure  flows, 
On  that  celestial  shore. 

4  There,  purity  with  love  appears, 
And  bliss  without  alloy  ; 
There,  they,  who  oft  had*  sown  in  tears, 
Shall  reap  again  in  joy. 


678. 


C.  M. 

Heaven  unseen  and  immortal. 


1  HOW  far  beyond  our  mortal  sight 

The  Lord  of  glory  dwells  ! 
A  veil  of  interposing  night 
His  radiant  face  conceals. 

2  Oh  !  could  my  longing  spirit  rise 

On  strong,  immortal  wing, 
And  reach  thy  palace  in  the  skies, 
My  Saviour  and  my  King  ! — 

3  There,  thousands  worship  at  thy  feet, 

And  there — divine  employ — 
Thy  love  triumphant  they  repeat 
In  songs  of  endless  joy. 

4  Thy  presence  beams  eternal  day, 

O'er  all  the  blissful  place  : 
Who  would  not  leave  this  house  of  clay 
And  fly  to  thine  embrace  1 


679 


Union  of  Saints  in  Heaven  and  on  Earth. 

1  COME,  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 

Who  have  obtained  the  prize, 
And,  on  the  eagle-wings  of  love, 
To  joy  celestial  rise. 

2  Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing 

With  those  to  glory  gone, 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King 
In  heaven  and  earth  are  one  : — 

3  One  family, — we  dwell  in  him  ; 

One  church, — above,  beneath  ; 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream — 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

4  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  his  command  we  bow; 


608  HYMNS. 

Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

5  Ev'n  now  to  their  eternal  home 

Some  happy  spirits  fly  ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  soon  expect  to  die ! 

6  Dear  Saviour  !  be  our  constant  guide  ; 

Then,  when  the  word  is  given, 
Bid  Jordan's  narrow  stream  divide, 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven. 

vOU.  Rising  to  God. 

1  NOW  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime, 
Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time ; 
Draw  back  the  parting  veil,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 

2  Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth, 

Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth  ? 
Why  grasp  at  transitory  toys, 
So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys  ? 

3  Should  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road, 
When  we  are  walking  back  to  God  1 
For  strangers  into  life  we  come, 
And  dying  is  but  going  home. 

4  Welcome,  sweet  hour  of  full  discharge! 
That  sets  our  longing  souls  at  large, 
Unbinds  our  chains,  breaks  up  our  cell, 
And  gives  us  with  our  God  to  dwell. 

5  To  dwell  with  God — to  feel  his  love, 
Is  the  full  heaven  enjoyed  above  ; 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now 

Is  the  young  dawn  of  heaven  below. 

UU 1  •  The  Heavenly  City. 

1  JERUSALEM  !— my  happy  home  ! 

Name  ever  dear  to  me, — 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ] 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  wallf 

And  pearly  gates  behold  1 


HEAVEN.  609 

Thy  bulwarks,  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold  1 

3  Oh  !  when,  thou  city  of  my  God  ! 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend? — 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  never  end. 

4  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  or  wo, 

Or  feel,  at  death,  dismay? 
Jerusalem  I  soon  shall  view, 
In  realms  of  endless  day. 

5  Redeemed  saints  and  angels,  there, 

Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ,  below 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

6  Jerusalem  ! — my  happy  home ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  snail  aee. 


682. 


S.  L.  M. 

Tlie  Perpetuity  of  Heaven. 


1  FRIEND  after  friend  departs : 

Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend  7 
There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts 

That  finds  not  here  an  end : 
Were  this  frail  world  our  final  rest, 
Living  or  dying,  none  were  blest. 

2  Beyond  the  flight  of  time, 

Beyond  the  reign  of  death, 
There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime 

Where  life  is  not  a  breath  ; 
Nor  life's  affections,  transient  fire, 
Whose  sparks  fly  upwards  and  expire. 

3  There  is  a  world  above, 

Where  parting  is  unknown  ; 
A  long  eternity  of  love, 

Formed  for  the  good  alone  ; 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here, 
Translated  to  that  glorious  sphere. 

4  Thus  star  by  star  declines, 

Till  all  have  passed  away ; 


610  HYMNS. 

As  morning  high  and  higher  shines, 

To  pure  and  perfect  day  ; 
Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night, 
But  hide  themselves  in  heaven's  owii  light. 

vUUi  Heaven :—for  Sunday- Schools. 

1  THERE  is  a  glorious  world  of  light, 

Above  the  starry  sky  ; 
Where  saints  departed,  clothed  in  white, 
Adore  the  Lord  most  high. 

2  And  hark  ! — amid  the  sacred  songs 

Those  heavenly  voices  raise, 
Ten  thousand,  thousand  infant  tongues 
Unite  in  perfect  praise. 

3  Those  are  the  hymns  that  we  shall  know, 

If  Jesus  we  obey ; 
That  is  the  place  where  we  shall  go, 
If  found  in  wisdom's  way. 

4  This  is  the  joy  we  ought  to  seek, 

And  make  our  chief  concern  ; 
For  this  we  come,  from  week  to  week, 
To  read,  and  hear,  and  learn. 

5  Soon  will  our  earthly  race  be  run, 

Our  mortal  frame  decay  ; 
Children  and  teachers,  one  by  one, 
Must  pass  from  earth  away. 

6  Great  God  !  impress  the  serious  thought, 

This  day,  on  every  breast ; 
That  both  the  teachers  and  the  taught 
May  enter  to  thy  rest. 


684 


C.  M. 

The  Joys  unseen. 

1  NOR  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard, 

Nor  sense  nor  reason  known, 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepared, 
For  those  who  love  the  Son. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  a  heaven  to  come  : 
The  beams  of  glory,  in  his  word, 
Allure  and  guide  us  home. 


HEAYEX.  611 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky, 

And  all  the  region  peace ; 
No  wanton  lip,  nor  envious  eye, 
Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss. 

4  Those  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 

Pollution,  sin,  and  shame  ; 
None  shall  obtain  admittance  there, 
But  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb. 


685 


L.M. 

Heaven  alone  unfading. 

1  HOW  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies ! 

How  transient  every  earthly  bliss ! 
How  slender  all  the  fondest  ties 
That  bind  us  to  a  world  like  this ! 

2  The  evening-cloud,  the  morning-dew, 

The  withering  grass,  the  fading  flower, 
Of  earthly  hopes  are  emblems  true, — 
The  glory  of  a  passing  hour. 

3  But,  though  earth's  fairest  blossoms  die, 

And  all  beneath  the  skies  is  vain, 
There  is  a  land  whose  confines  lie 
Beyond  the  reach  of  care  and  pain. 

4  Then  let  the  hope  of  joys  to  come 

Dispel  our  cares,  and  chase  our  fears : 
If  God  be  ours,  we  're  traveling  home, 
Though  passing  through  a  vale  of  tears. 

fiftfi  C.L.M. 

V/OU«  Tlie  everlasting  Bliss  of  Heaven. 

1  HEAVEN  is  the  land  where  troubles  cease 

Where  toils  and  tears  are  o'er  ; — 
The  blissful  clime  of  rest  and  peace, 

Where  cares  distract  no  more  ; 
And  not  the  shadow  of  distress 
Dims  its  unsullied  blessedness. 

2  Heaven  is  the  place  where  Jesus  lives 

To  plead  his  dying  blood  ; 
While,  to  his  prayers,  his  Father  gives 

An  unknown  multitude,  [days, 

Whose   harps  and   tongues,  through  endless 
Shall  crown  his  head  with  songs  of  praise. 


612  HYMNS. 

3  Heaven  is  the  dwelling-place  of  joy, 
The  home  of  light  and  love, 
Where  faith  and  hope  in  rapture  die 

And  ransomed  souls  above 
Enjoy,  before  th'  eternal  throne, 
Bliss  everlasting  and  unknown. 


687. 


C.  M. 

The  unseen  and  blessed  World. 


1  FAR  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night 

Unbounded  glories  rise, 
And  realms  of  infinite  delight, 
Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

2  Fair  distant  land  !  could  mortal  eyes 

But  half  its  charms  explore, 
How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise, 
And  dwell  on  earth  no  more ! 

3  No  cloud  those  blissful  regions  know, — 

Realms  ever  bright  and  fair  ; 
For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  wo, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

4  Oh  !  may  the  heavenly  prospect  fire 

Our  hearts  with  ardent  love, 
Till  wings  of  faith  and  strong  desire 
Bear  every  thought  above. 

5  Prepare  us,  Lord  !  by  grace  divine, 

For  thy  bright  courts  on  high ; 
Then  bid  our  spirits  rise  and  join 
The  chorus  of  the  sky. 

f*QQ  8s  and  6s.    Irregular. 

UOO«  Nothing  like  Heaven. 

1  THIS  world  is  poor  from  shore  to  shore, 

And,  like  a  baseless  vision, 
Its  lofty  domes  and  brilliant  ore, 
Its  gems  and  crowns,  are  vain  and  poor;- 

There's  nothing  rich  but  heaven. 

2  Empires  decay  and  nations  die, 

Our  hopes  to  winds  are  given  ; 
The  vernal  blooms  in  ruin  lie, 
Death  reigns  o'er  all  beneath  the  sky ; — 

There 's  nothing  sure  but  heaven. 


HEAVEN.  613 

3  Creation's  mighty  fabric  all 

Shall  be  to  atoms  riven, — 
The  skies  consume,  the  planets  fall, 
Convulsions  rock  this  earthly  ball ; — 

There's  nothing  firm  but  heaven. 

4  A  stranger,  lonely  here  I  roam, 

From  place  to  place  am  driven; 
My  friends  are  gone,  and  1  'm  in  gloom, 
This  earth  is  all  a  dismal  tomb ; — 

I  have  no  home  but  heaven. 

5  The  clouds  disperse — the  light  appears, 

My  sins  are  all  forgiven, 
Triumphant  grace  hath  quelled  my  fears  ;— 
Roll  on,  thou  sun  J  fly  swift,  my  years  ! 

I  'm  on  my  way  to  heaven. 

ftOQ  c.  H. 

yJ  O  %J  «  Heaven  in  Prospect. 

1  ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  Oh  !  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields,  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 

3  O'er  all  those  wide-extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
There,  God,  the  Son,  for  ever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

4  No  chilling  winds — no  pois'nous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

5  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  for  ever  blest  1 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  ] 

6  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 

Would  here  no  longer  stay  ; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  should  round  me  roll,—' 
Fearless  I  'd  launch  awav. 
52 


614  HYMNS. 


690 


8s  and  7s. 
The  Christian's  Flight  to  Heaven. 

1  WHAT  is  life  7  't  is  but  a  vapor ; 

Soon  it  vanishes  away  ; 
Life  is  but  a  dying  taper  ; 

O  my  soul !  why  wish  to  stay  1 
Why  not  spread  thy  wings  and  fly, 

Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy  1 

2  See  that  glory — how  resplendent ! 

Brighter  far  than  fancy  paints  ; 
There,  in  majesty  transcendent, 

Jesus  reigns — the  King  of  saints: — 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul !  and  fly 

Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 

3  Joyful  crowds,his  throne  surrounding, 

Sing  with  rapture  of  his  love  ; 
Through  the  heavens  his  praises  sounding 

Filling  all  the  courts  above : 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul  1  and  fly 

Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 

4  Go,  and  share  his  people's  glory, 

Mid  the  ransomed  crowd  appear ; — 
Thine  a  joyful,  wondrous  story, 

One  that  angels  love  to  hear : 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul !  and  fly 

Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 


c.  M. 

The  blessed  Society  in  Heaven. 


691. 

1  RAISE  thee,  my  soul !  fly  up,  and  run 

Through  every  heavenly  street ; 
And  say, — there  's  nought  below  the  sun, 
That''s  worthy  of  thy  feet. 

2  There,  on  a  high  majestic  throne, 

Th'  almighty  Father  reigns ; 
And  sheds  his  glorious  goodness  down, 
On  all  the  blissful  plains. 

3  Bright,  like  the  sun,  the  Saviour  sits, 

And  spreads  eternal  noon  : 
No  evenings  there,  nor  gloomy  nights, 
To  want  the  feeble  moon. 


HEAVEN.  615 

i  Amid  those  ever-shining  skies, 
Behold  the  sacred  Dove  ! 
While,  banished  sin,  with  sorrow,  flies 
From  all  the  realms  of  love. 

5  The  glorious  tenants  of  the  place 

Stand  bending  round  the  throne  ; 
And  saints  and  seraphs  sing  and  praise 
The  infinite  Three-One. 

6  Jesus  ! — and  when  shall  that  dear  day, — 

That  joyful  hour,  appear, 
When  I  shall  leave  this  house  of  clay, 
To  dwell  among  them  there  ! 

fiQ9  c  M 

\J%JAm)%  The  everlasting  Song. 

1  EARTH  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long ; 

'T  is  time,  I  lift  mine  eyes 
Upward,  dear  Father !  to  thy  throne, 
And  to  my  native  skies. 

2  There,  the  blest  man,  my  Saviour,  sits  ;— 

The  God  ! — how  bright  he  shines  ! 
And  scatters  infinite  delights 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 

3  Seraphs,  with  elevated  strains, 

Circle  the  throne  around  ; 
And  move  and  charm  the  starry  plains 
With  an  immortal  sound. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employs, — 

Jesus,  my  love,  they  sing  ! 
Jesus,  the  life  of  all  our  joys, 
Sounds  sweet  from  every  string. 

5  Now  let  me  mount,  and  join  their  song, 

And  be  an  angel  too ; 
My  heart !  my  hand  !  my  ear  !  my  tongue ! 
Here  's  joyful  work  for  you. 

5  I  would  begin  the  music  here, 
And  so  my  soul  should  rise  ; — 
Oh  !  for  some  heavenly  notes  to  bear 
My  passions  to  the  skies  ! 


616  HYMNS. 


693 


C.  M. 
Victory  through  the  Lamb. 

1  GIVE  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 

Within  1  he  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above, — how  great  their  joys,— 
How  bright  their  glories  be. 

2  I  ask  them, — whence  their  vict'ry  camel 

They, with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, — 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

3  They  marked  the  footsteps  he  had  trod  ; 

His  zeal  inspired  their  breast ; 
And,  foil' wing  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the  promised  rest. 

4  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise, 

For  his  own  pattern  given, — 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 

0  U 4»»  The  Worship  of  Earth  and  Heaven. 

1  FATHER  !  I  long,  I  faint,  to  see 

The  place  of  thine  abode  ; 
I  'd  leave  thine  earthly  courts,  and  flee 
Up  to  thy  seat,  my  God  ! 

2  Here  I  behold  thy  distant  face, 

And  't  is  a  pleasing  sight ; 
But,  to  abide  in  thine  embrace 
Is  infinite  delight. 

3  I'd  part  with  all  the  joys  of  sense, 

To  gaze  upon  thy  throne  ; 
Pleasure  springs  fresh  for  ever  thence, 
Unspeakable,  unknown. 

4  There  all  the  heavenly  hosts  are  seen  , 

In  shining  ranks  they  move  ; 
And  drink  immortal  vigor  in, 
With  wonder  and  with  love. 

5  Then  at  thy  feet  with  awful  fear, 

Th'  adoring  armies  fall ; 
With  joy  they  shrink  to  nothing  there, 
Before  th'  eternal  All. 


HEAVEN.  617 


6  Father  !  I  long,  I  faint  to  see 
The  place  of  thine  abode  ; 
I  'd  leave  thine  earthly  courts  to  be 
For  ever  with  my  God. 


lis. 
Longing  for  Heaven. 


695. 

1  I  WOULD  not  live  always — I  ask  not  to  stay, 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way ; 
The  few  lucid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here, 
Are  followed  by  gloom,  and  beclouded  by  fear. 

2  I  would  not  live  always — no, — welcome  the  tomb ; 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  ta  re,  I  dread  not  its  gloom  ; 
There,  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise 

To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

Who — who  would  live  always — away  from  his 

God;— 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright 

plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  1 

There  saints  of  all  ages,  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet  ; 
While  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul. 

fiQfi  c  M 

\  ■  %J  \J  •  The  Martyrs  glorified. 

1  "THESE   glorious  minds, — how  bright  they 

shine  ! 
Whence  all  their  white  array  1 
How  came  they  to  the  happy  seats 
Of  everlasting  day?" 

2  From  torturing  pains  to  endless  joys, 

On  fiery  wheels  they  rode  : 
And  strangely  washed  their  raiment  white, 
In  Jesus'  dying  blood. 

3  Now  they  approach  a  spotless  God, 

And  bow  before  his  throne  ; 
Their  warbling  harps,  and  sacred  songs, 
Adore  the  Holv  One. 
"52* 


618  HYMNS. 

4  The  unveiled  glories  of  his  face 

Among  his  saints  reside, 
While  the  rich  treasures  of  his  grace 
See  all  their  wants  supplied. 

5  Hunger  and  thirst  for  ever  flee — 

Their  joys  for  ever  last : 
The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  tree 
Shall  be  their  sweet  repast. 

6  The  Lamb  shall  lead  his  heavenly  flock 

Where  living  fountains  rise  ; 
And  love  divine  shall  wipe  away 
The  sorrows  of  their  eyes. 

fiQ7  7s 

\JC/  I  •  The  Redeemed  in  Heaven. 

1  WHAT  are  these  in  bright  array, 

This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar  night  and  day, 

Hymning  one  triumphant  song] — 
"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb  once  slain, 

Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain, 

New  dominion,  every  hour!" 

2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod, — 

These  from  great  affliction  came ; 
Now  before  the  throne  of  God, 

Sealed  with  his  almighty  name, 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Victor-palms  in  every  hand, 
Through  their  dear  Redeemer's  might 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed  ; 
Them,  the  Lamb,  amidst  the  throne, 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead; 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs, 

Perfect  love  dispel  all  fears, 
And  for  ever  from  their  eyes, 

God  shall  wipe  away  the  tears. 

/^("\Q  9s  and  6s. 

O  *J  O  •  Prospect  of  Heaven. 

1      COME  away  to  the  skies — 
My  beloved  !  arise, 
And  rejoice  in  the  day  thou  wert  born  t 


HEAVEN.  619 

On  this  festival  day, 
Come  exulting  away, 
And,  with  singing,  to  Zion  return. 

2  We  have  laid  up  our  love, 
With  our  treasure,  above, 

Though  our  bodies  continue  below ; 

The  redeemed  of  the  Lord — 

We  remember  his  word, 
And,  with  singing,  to  paradise  go. 

3  For  thy  glory  we  were 
First  created,  to  share 

Both  thy  nature  and  kingdom  divine  ; 

Now  created  again, 

That  our  souls  may  remain, 
Both  in  time  and  eternity,  thine. 

4  With  thanks  we  approve 
The  design  of  thy  love, 

Which  hath  joined  us  in  Christ's  precious  name,* 

So  united  in  heart 

That  we  never  can  part — 
We  shall  meet  at  the  feast  of  the  Lamb. 

5  There,  Oh  !  there,  at  his  feet, 
We  shall  joyfully  meet, 

And  be  parted,  in  body,  no  more; 

We  shall  sing  to  our  Jyres, 

With  the  heavenly  choirs, 
And  our  Saviour,  in  glory,  adore. 

6  "  Hallelujah  !" — we  sing, 
To  our  Father  and  King, 

And  his  rapturous  praises  repeat ; 

To  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 

"Hallelujah  !" — again — 
Sing  all  heaven,  and  fall  at  his  feet 


699. 


8s. 
Longing  to  be  with  Christ. 


1  TO  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hopes 
My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone ; 
Oh  !  bear  me,  ye  cherubim  !  up, 
And  waft  me  away  to  his  throne. 


620  HYMNS. 

2  My  Saviour  !  whom  absent  I  love ; 

Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore ; 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 
All  glory,  dominion,  and  power ; — 

3  Dissolve  thou  these  bonds,  that  detain 

My  soul  from  her  portion  in  thee ; 
Ah  !  strike  off'  this  adamant-chain, 
And  make  me  eternally  free. 

-1  When  that  happy  era  begins, 

Arrayed  in  thy  glories  I  '11  shine, 
Nor  grieve  any  more,  by  my  sins, 
The  bosom  on  which  I  recline. 


700. 


7s. 
The  Victory  of  the  Saint*. 


1  PALMS  of  glory,  raiment  bright, 

Crowns  that  never  fade  away, 
Gird  and  deck  the  saints  in  light, — 
Priests,  and  kings,  and  conquerors  they. 

2  Yet  the  conquerors  bring  their  palms 

To  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne, 
And  proclaim,  in  joyful  psalms, 
Yict'ry  through  his  cross  alone. 

3  Kings  for  harps  their  crowns  resign, 

Crying  as  they  strike  the  chords, — 
"Take  the  kingdom — it  is  thine, — 
King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords  !" 

4  Round  the  altar,  priests  confess, — 

If  their  robes  are  white  as  snow, 
'T  was  their  Saviour's  righteousness 
And  his  blood  that  made  them  so. 

5  Who  were  these  1 — On  earth  they  dwelt, 

Sinners  once  of  Adam's  race,— 
Guilt,  and  fear,  and  suffering  felt, 
But  were  saved  by  sovereign  grace. 

6  They  were  mortal,  too,  like  us  : — 

Ah  !  when  we  like  them  shall  die, 
May  our  souls,  translated  thus, 
Triumph,  reign,  and  shine  on  high  ? 


701 


HEAVEN.  621 

C.  M. 

The  New- Song  before  the  Thront. 

1  WHAT  blissful  harmonies  above, 

In  vocal  thunders  swell? 
The  perfecting  of  joy  and  love, 
What  raptured  legions  tell ! 

2  The  glorious  apostolic  band, — 

Do  they  in  triumph  sing? 
Do  prophets  from  the  holy  land 
Their  inspiration  bring  ] 

3  Or  from  the  noble  army  breaks 

The  deep,  adoring  strain, 
Who  won  their  way  from  fiery  stakes, 
And  were  for  conscience  slain  ] 

4  Is  it  the  patriarchal  race 

That  breathe  the  sacred  song  1 
Or  to  the  heirs  of  gospel-grace 
Do  the  full  choirs  belong  ] 

5  For  each,  for  all,  the  Word  is  found 

Almighty  to  atone : 
All, — all  in  shining  hosts  surround 
The  bright  celestial  throne. 

6  Peoples,  and  languages,  and  tongues 

The  choral  anthem  raise  : 
To  every  voice  and  speech  belongs 
The  work  of  heavenly  praise. 

7fl0  CM- 

I  V/<w  •  Earthly  and  heavenly  Good. 

1  HOW  vain  a  thought  is  bliss  below  ! 

'T  is  all  an  airy  dream ; 
How  empty  are  the  joys  that  flow 
On  pleasure's  smiling  stream  ! 

2  Oh  !  let  my  nobler  wishes  soar 

Beyond  these  realms  of  night ; 
In  heaven  substantial  bliss  explore, 
And  permanent  delight. 

3  No  fleeting  landscape  cheers  the  gaze, 

Nor  airy  form  beguiles  ; 

But  everlasting  bliss  displays 

Her  undissembled  smiles. 


622  HYMNS. 

4  Adieu  to  all  below  the  skies  ! 
Celestial  Guardian  !  come  ; 
On  thy  kind  wing,  my  soul  would  rise 
To  her  celestial  home. 


DISMISSIONS    AND    DOXOLOGIES 


703. 


L.M. 

Dismission. 


1  DISMISS  us,  with  thy  blessing,  Lord ! 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word ; 

All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good  ;— 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood ; 
Give  every  burdened  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 


704. 


L.  M. 

Praise  to  the  co-equal  Three. 


1  BLESSING  and  honor,  praise  and  love 

Co-equal,  Co-eternal  Three ! 
In  earth  below,  in  heaven  above, 
By  all  thy  works,  be  paid  to  thee. 

2  Thrice  Holy  !  thine  the  kingdom  is ; 

The  power  omnipotent  is  thine  ; 
And  when  created  nature  dies, 
Thy  never-ceasing  glories  shine. 


705. 


L.  M. 

Praise  from  all  Creatures. 


1  PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  floir } 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below  ! 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ! 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


DISMISSIONS  AXD  DOXOLOGIES.      623 


706 


L.  M. 

Praise  to  the  Trinity. 

1  TO  God,  the  Father— God,  the  Son,— 
And  God,  the  Spirit — three  in  one, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 


707. 


L.  P.  M. 
The  sacred  Three. 


NOW  to  the  great  and  sacred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  be 

Eternal  praise  and  glory  given — 
Through  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  saints  in  earth  and  heaven. 


708 


C.  M. 

The  Trinity  adored. 

1  LET  God,— the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit, — be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

70Q  c  M 

i  \J*J  •  A  grateful  Song  to  th%  Trinity. 

1  IN  hope  to  join  th'  angelic  host 
And  all  the  ransomed  throng, 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
We  raise  the  grateful  song. 


710 


C.  M.  D. 

Praise  to  the  Trinity. 

1  THE  God  of  mercy  be  adored, 

Who  calls  our  souls  from  death, 
Who  saves  by  his  redeeming  word 

And  new-creating  breath  ; 
To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son 

And  Spirit  all-divine, — 
The  one  in  three,  and  three  in  one,- 

Let  saints  and  angels  join. 


/ 


024  HYMNS. 


711. 


C.  P.  M. 

The  Source  of  all  Blessings. 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Be  praise  amid  the  heavenly  host, 

And  in  the  church  below  ; 
From  whom  all  creatures  draw  their  breath, 
By  whom  redemption  blessed  the  earth, 

From  whom  all  comforts  flow. 


712 


S.  M. 

Ascriptions  of  Angels  and  Saints. 

YE  angels  round  the  throne  ! 

And  saints  that  dwell  below ! 
Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 

And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 


713 


EL  M. 

Honor,  Glory,  and  Praise. 

1  TO  God  the  Father's  throne, 
Your  highest  honors  raise  ; 
Glory  to  God,  the  Son, — 
To  God,  the  Spirit,  praise : 
With  all  our  powers, 
Eternal  King ! 
Thy  name  we  sing, 
While  faith  adores. 


714 


8s  and  7s. 
A  Benediction  implored. 

MAY  the  grace  of  Christ,  our  Saviour, 

And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favor, 

Rest  upon  us  from  above  ! 
Let  us  thus  abide  in  union 

With  each  other,  and  the  Lord ; 
And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 

Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 


715. 


8s  and  7s. 
Praise  to  the  Three  in  One. 


1  PRAISE  the  God  of  all  creation  ; 
Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love 
Praise  the  Lantf    our  expiation, — 
Priest  and  &".-  enthroned  above: 


< 


OiSMISSIONS  AND  DOXOLOGIES.      625 

Praise  the  Fountain  of  salvation,— 
Him  by  whom  our  Spirits  live , 

Undivided  adoration 

To  the  one  Jehovah  give. 


716 


Praise  to  the  Lamb. 

1  GLORY,  honor,  praise  and  powex 
To  the  Lamb  be  ever  paid ; 
Let  new  blessings,  every  hour, 
Rest  on  his  adored  head. 


717 


7s. 
Eternal  Praises  to  the  Trinity. 

1  SING  we  to  our  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love  : 
Praise  him — all  ye  heavenly  host  I 
Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost 

ry-1  Q  8s,  7s  and  4. 

I   JL  O*  A  parting  Blessing  implored. 

1  LORD  !  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing  ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  : 
Let  us  all,  thy  love  possessing, 

Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  : 
Oh  !  refresh  us — 

Traveling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give  and  adoration, 

For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
Let  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 

In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  ; 
May  thy  presence 

With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So, whene'er  the  signal 's  given, 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 

Glad  to  leave  this  cumbrous  clay, 
May  we  ever 

Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 


719 


8s,  7s  and  4. 
The  Trinity  enthroned. 

1  GREAT  Jehovah  !  we  adore  thee, 
God,  the  Father— God,  the  Son— 
53 


HYMNS. 

God,  the  Spirit — joined  in  glory, 

On  the  same  eternal  throne  ; 
Endless  praises 


720. 


7s  and  6s. 
Endless  Praises. 


1  WE  'LL  praise  thy  name  for  ever, 

Thou  glorious  King  of  kings ! 
Thy  wondrous  love  and  favor 

Each  ransomed  spirit  sings  : 
We  '11  celebrate  thy  glory, 

With  all  thy  saints  above, 
And  shout  the  joyful  story 

Of  thy  redeeming  love. 

5s  and  6s. 
•  Praise  from  Angels  and  Saint* 

BY  angels  in  heaven 

Of  every  degree, 
And  saints  upon  earth, 

All  praise  be  addressed 
To  God  in  three  persons, — 

One  God  ever-blessed : 
As  hath  been,  and  now  is, 

And  always  shall  be. 


721 


722. 


6s  and  4s. 
Boundless  Praise. 

TO  God— the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit — three  in  one, 

All  praise  be  given  ! 
Crown  him,  in  every  song; 
To  him  your  hearts  belong; 
Let  all  his  praise  prolong — 

On  earth — in  heaven. 


INDEX  OF  THE  FIRST  LINES. 


Page. 

Above  these  heavens'  created  rounds ..Watts    74 

A  broken  heart,  my  God  !   my  King! Watts    93 

According  to  thy  gracious  word Montgomery  503 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have C.  Wesley  467 

Again  the  day  returns  of  holy  rest Wm.  Mason  516 

Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light Mrs.  Barbauld  510 

Ah!  how  shall  fallen  man Epis.  Col.  390 

Ah  !  wretched,  vile,  ungrateful  heart ! Mrs.  Steele  452 

Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed Watts  406 

Alas  !  what  hourly  dangers  rise Mrs.  Steele  456 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name Perronet,  or  Duncan  356 

All  hail,  incarnate  God! Scott  543 

All  ye  who  love  the  Lord!  rejoice Watts  250 

All  ye  nations  !  praise  the  Lord Montgomery  191 

Almighty  Father,  gracious  Lord  ! Mrs.  Steele  271 

Almiehtv  God  !  in  humble  prayer Montgomery  483 

Almighty  maker,  God  ! Waits  265 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  skies ! Watts    24 

Along  the  banks  where  Babel's  current  flows Barlow  233 

Amazing  gTace  !  how  sweet  the  sound Newton  477 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross Watts  474 

Amid  thy  wrath,  remember  love Watts    76 

Among  th'  assemblies  of  the  great Watts  132 

Among  the  princes,  earthly  gods , .Watts  133 

And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive! Watts  455 

And  art  thou, gracious  master!  gone Kelly  353 

And  can  my  heart  aspire  so  high Mrs.  Steele  453 

And  canst  thou,  sinner  !  slight Hyde  385 

And  must  this  body  die Watts  588 

And  now  another  week  begins Kelly  514 

And  will  the  God  of  grace Watts  132 

And  will  the  Judge  descend Doddridge  599 

And  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend Mrs.  Steele  401 

Angels  !  assist  to  sing Gems  263 

Angels  from  the  realms  of  glory Montgomery  295 

Angels  rejoiced  and  sweetly  sung :  ..Hum  297 

Angels  !  roll  the  rock  away Gibbons  348 

Another  day  has  passed  along Edmeston  518 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done J.  Stennett  512 

Approach,  my  soul !  the  mercy-seat Newton  410 

Are  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools Watts  100 

Arise,  great  ^  -d  !  and  let  thy  grace Merrick  130 

Arise,  my  gracious  God! Watts    36 

Arise,  my  soul!  my  joyful  powers Watts  430 

Arise,  my  tenderest  thoughts  !  arise Doddridge  488 

Arise,  O  King  of  grace  !  arise Watts  22S 

Arise,  ye  people  !  and  adore Spirit  of  the  Psalms    93 

/Lrm  of  the  L*>rd  !  awake,  awaKe H  F.  Burder's  Col.  54fi 


628  IXDEX. 

Pace. 

Around  the  Saviour's  lofty  throne Keily  324 

Ascend  thy  throne,  almighty  King ! Beddome  545 

As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams Tate  and  Brady    83 

Assembled  at  thy  great  command Col'yer  5J0 

Astonished  and  distressed Toplady  3*J] 

At  thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord  ! Watt's  504 

Author  of  good  !  to  thee  we  turn Merrick  4S3 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song Hammond  353 

Awake,  awake  the  sacred  song Mrs.  Steele  297 

Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound Ockum  413 

Awake,  my  drowsy  soul ! Mrs  Steele  556 

Awake,  my  heart !  arise,  my  tongue! Watts  431 

Awake,  my  soul !  and  with  the  sun Kenn    21 

Awake,  my  soul !  in  joyful  lays Med'ey  390 

Awake,  my  soul !  stretch  every  nerve Doddridge  432 

Awake,  my  soul !  to  sound  his  praise Barlow  179 

Awake,  my  tongue  !  thy  tribute  bring Needham  280 

Awake,  our  souls  !  away  our  fears Watts  43*} 

Awake,  ye  saints  !  and  raise  your  eyes Doddridge  574 

Awake,  ye  saints '  awake Epis.  Col.  51 1 

Awake,  ye  saints!  to  praise  your  King Watts  227 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne Watts  104 

Begin,  my  soul !    th'  exalted  lay Ogilvie  249 

Begin,  my  tongue  !    some  heavenly  theme .Watts  286 

Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door Gregg  399 

Behold!  how  good  and  sweet Ha'fietd  225 

Behold  !  the  day  is  come Beddome  601 

Behold !  the  blessed  Redeemer  comes Watts    80 

Behold!  the  blind  their  sight  receive Watts  313 

Behold  !  th'  expected  time  draws  near Voke  552 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb Watts  312 

Behold  the  grace  appear Watts  291 

Behold!  the  lofty  sky Watts    42 

Behold  !  the  morning-sun Watts    42 

Behold  the  throne  of  grace Newton  436 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind Colliers  Sel.  339 

Behold  the  sure  foundation  stone Watts  193 

Behold  thy  waiting  servant.  Lord  ! Watts  200 

Behold  where  Cedron's  waters  flow *S".  F.  Smith  339 

Behold!  where,  in  a  mortal  form Enfield  328 

Behold!  what  wondrous  grace Watts  461 

Behold  !  what  condescending  love Doddridge  498 

Beneath  our  feet,  and  o'er  our  head Heber  589 

Be  joyful  in  God.  all  ye  lands  of  the  earth  ! Montgomery  166 

Beyond,  beyond  that  boundless  sea Conder  237 

Beyond  the  glittering,  starry  skies Turner  326 

Bless,  O  Lord  !  the  opening  year Cong.  II.  Book  569 

Bless,  O  my  soul !  the  living  God Watts  170 

Bless  ye  the  Lord  with  solemn  rite Montgomery  226 

Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God Humphreys,  or  HammoiuL  460 

Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see Watts  435 

Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  can  move Watts  435 

Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace Watts  224 

Blest  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know Watts  143 

Blest  are  the  undefiled  in  heart Watts  195 

Blest  be  the  everlasting  God Watts  461 

Blest  be  the  Father  and  his  love Watts  376 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds Faiccett  436 

Blest  Comforter  divine  ! Cleland's  Hymns  368 

Blest  is  the  man,  for  ever  blest Watts    66 

Blest  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  place Watts    14 


INDEX.  629 

Page. 

Blest  is  the  man  whose  heart  doth  move Watts    81 

Blest  is  the  man  whose  softening  heart Airs.  Barhnuld  433 

Blest  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord Watte     63 

Blest  morning!  whose  young  dawning  rays Watts  512 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet !  blow Altered  by  Toplady  488 

Boundless  glory.  Lord  !  be  thine Scotch  Cong.  Col.  418 

Bread  of  heaven  !  on  thee  I  feed Conder  503 

Bright  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God  ! ' Watts  32] 

Bright  source  of  everlasting  love  ! B*  den  439 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning Hcber  296 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death Waits  387 

Buried  in  shadows  of  the  night Watts  308 

Call  Jehovah  thy  salvation Montgomery  149 

Captain  of  thine  exalted  host G.  Burders  Col.  531 

Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord JR.  HilVs  Col.  103 

Cease,  ye  mourners  !  cease  to  languish Co/tyer  575 

<  hildren  !  hear  the  melting  story Hastings  403 

Children,  in  years  and  knowledge  young Wat's     70 

Children  !  listen  to  the  Lord Hastings  404 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King  ! Ceitmck  433 

Christ  and  his  cross  is  all  our  theme IT  alts  320 

Christian  !  see  the  orient  morning Cleland's  Hymns  544 

Christ,  of  all  my  hopes  the  ground Windham  358 

Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies C.   Wesley  306 

Come,  all  ye  saints  of  God Pratt's  Col.  355 

Come  away  to  the  skies C.  Wesley  618 

Come,  blessed  Spirit,  source  of  light ! Beddome  365 

Come,  dearest  Lord  !  descend  and  dwell Watts  310 

Come,  every  pious  heart ! >■?.  Stennett  311 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  ! Brorcn  363 

Come,  happy  souls  !  approach  your  God Watts  298 

Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls  ! Watts  393 

Come.  Holy  Ghost !  come  from  on  high Reed's  Col.  497 

Come,  Holy  Spirit !  calm  my  mind Burder  366 

Come.  Holy  Spirit!  come Hart  363 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  ! Watts  362 

Come  in.  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord  ! Kelly  499 

Come,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise Watts  155 

Come,  let  us  anew C.  Wesley  566 

Come,  let  us  gladly  sing Hatfield  157 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs Watts  315 

Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above C  Wesley  607 

Come,  let  us  join  our  songs  of  praise Campbell's  Col.  362 

Come,  let  us  join  our  souls  to  God Montgomery  fOO 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes Walls  ?JA 

Come,  let  ns  lift  our  voices  high • . . . .  Watls  506 

Come,  Lord  !  and  warm  each  languid  heart Mrs  Steele  505 

<  ome,  my  fond  fluttering  heart ! Miss  Jane  Taylor  424 

Come,  my  soul !  thy  suit  prepare Newton  482 

Come.  O  my  soul !  in  sacred  lays B.'acklock  264 

Come,  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay Montgomery  348 

Come,  shout  aloud  the  Father's  grace Heginbotham  276 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad Waits  156 

Come,  thou  Almighty  Kin?  ! Madan's  Col.  373 

Come,  thou  desire  of  all  thy  saints  ! Mrs.  Steele  313 

Come, thou  fount  of  every  blessing  ! Robinson  421 

Come  to  Calv:ry's  holy  mountain Montgomery  394 

Ccme,  trembling  sinner !  in  whose  breast E  Jones  393 

Come,  weary  souls  !  with  sin  distressed Mrs.  Steele  392 

Come,  ye  disconsolate  !  where'er  ye  languish Musica  Sacra  409 

Come,  ye  saints  '  look  here  and  wonder Kelly  346 

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Come,  ye  sinners  !  heavy  laden Hart  399 

Come,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord ! G.  Burder  285 

Come,  ye  who  love  the  Lord  ! Watts  430 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name  ! Mrs  Steele  312 

Consider  all  my  sorrows,  Lord  ! Watts  202 

Could  1  so  false,  so  faithless  prove Watts  ^34 

Daughter  of  Zion  !  awake  from  thy  sadness Fitzgerald's  Col.  550 

Daughter  of  Zion  !  from  the  dust Montgomery  537 

David  rejoiced  in  God  his  strength Watts  401 

Day  of  Judgment,  day  of  wonders  ! Newton  59S 

Dearest  of  all  the  names  above Walts  302 

Denr  Father !   to  thy  mercy-seat Mrs.  Steele  209 

Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul ! Mrs   Steele  274 

Dear  Saviour  !  we  are  thine Doddridge  310 

Dear  Saviour !  when  my  thoughts  recall Mrs.  Steele  407 

Death, — rt  is  a  melancholy  day Watts  503 

D  -"p  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made Mrs  Steele  337 

Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record Walls  1 19 

Delay  not.  delay  not,  O  sinner  !  draw  near Hastings  381 

Descend  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove  ! Watts  366 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep Bin/dome  4(K) 

Do  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord  ! Doddridge  467 

Dread  Sovereign  !  let  my  evening-song Watts  560 

Early,  my  God  !  without  delay Watts  109 

Earth  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long Watts  615 

Encompassed  with  ten  thousand  ills Montgomery  206 

Enthroned  on  high,  almighty  Lord  ! Humphries  372 

Eternal  God,  celestial  King  ! Wrangbam  104 

Eternal  God,  eternal  King! March     62 

Eternal  source  of  every  joy  ! Doddridge  572 

Eternal  Spirit,  God  of  truth  ! Prutts  Col.  3G7 

Eternal  Spirit!  we  confess Watts  371 

Eternal  VVisdom  !  thee  we  praise Watts  262 

Exalt  the  Lord  our  God W'ltts  163 

Extol  the  Lord,  the  Lord  most  high Montgomery    92 

Fair  shines  the  morning-star Montgomery  5.^2 

Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthiy  b)  iss. Turner  45? 

Faith  is  the  brightest  evidence Watts  45.? 

Far  as  thy  name  is  known Watts     01 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world  !  b»  gone Watts  507 

Far  from  thy  fold,  O  God  !  rny  feet . . .    Tattock  4 13 

Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord  !  I  flee Cowper  459 

Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night Mrs   S'i  (tie  612 

Far  from  us  be  grief  and  sadness Ki.lly  417 

Fast  flow, my  tears  !  the  cause  is  great Stre/nck's  Col.  313 

Father  !  adored  in  worlds  aL^ve Pope  t  Col    4$ 

Father!  how  wide  thy  glory  shines Watts  2^2 

Father!  I  bless  thy  gentle  hand Watts  104 

Father  !  I  long,  T  faint  to  see IVntts  615 

Father  !  I  sing  thy  wondrous  grace Walts  119 

Father!  is  not  thy  promise  pledged Gibbons     15 

Father  of  eternal  grace  ! Montgomery  471 

Father  of  glory  !  to  thy  name Watts  374 

Father  of  heaven  !  whose  love  profound Pratt's  Col.  375 

Father  of  mercies  !    condescend M>rrll  534 

Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love  ! Raffles  405 

Father  of  mere ies  !  in  thy  word Mrs  Steele  2Ti7 

Fattier  of  merc.es  !  send  thy  grace Doddridge  43K 

ather  .  whate'er  of  earthly  blue Mrs.  Steele  482 


INDEX.  631 

Page 

Tirm  a»d  unmoved  are  they Watts  213 

Finn  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands Tl '(ills  462 

Finn  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright Walls    63 

Fools,  in  their  hearts,  believe  and  say Walts    32 

For  a  season  called  to  part Xtirtun  437 

For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord Wutts  241 

For  ever  shall  my  song  record Watts  142 

Forgive  us,  Lord  !  to  thee  we  cry Hastings  4S0 

Fountain  of  mercy,  God  of  love  ! Ejiis    Col.  573 

Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns Brown  518 

Friend. after  frieiid  departs Montgomery  609 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies Walls  190 

From  Calvary  a  cry  was  heard Cunningham  34o 

From  deep  distress  and  troubled  thoughts. Wutls  218 

From  every  earthly  pleasure Ge?7is  451 

From  Egypt's  bondage  come Kelly  423 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains Heber  542 

From  lowest  depths  of  wo Tate  and  Brady  219 

From  thee,  my  God  !  my  joys  shall  rise Waits  443 

From  the  throne  of  God  there  springs Tujilady     91 

Gently,  gently  lay  thy  rod Lyte    23 

Gently,  Lord!  Oh '.gently  1  ad  us Hastings  44S 

Gently,  my  Saviour!  let  me  down R  Hill  590 

Gird  on  thy  conquering  sword Doddridge    68 

Give  glory  to  God  in  the  highest ;  give  praise Montgomery    63 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise Watts  616 

Give  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name Watts  174 

Give  thanks  to  God  most  high Watts  228 

Give  thanks  to  God,  the  sovereign  Lord Watts  228 

Give  thanks  to  God.  he  reigns  aoove Watts  177 

Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise Watts  227 

Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame  ! Watts    61 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken Neirton  139 

Glory  to  God  on  high R.  Hill's  Col.  315 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God  !  this  night Kenn.     20 

Glory  to  the  Father  give. .  . .  -. Montgomery    27 

Go.  and  the  Saviour's  grace  proclaim Morell  533 

God.  in  his  earthly  temple,  lays Watts  138 

God.  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son B'ddome.  259 

God  is  gone  up  on  high Wor.  Sel.     53 

God  is  my  strong  salvation Montgomery    60 

God  is  our  refuge  and  defence Montgomery    90 

God  is  our  i  efoge,  tried  and  proved Lyte     90 

God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints Walts    89 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way Courper  284 

God,  my  supporter  and  my  hope Watts  125 

God  of  eternal  love  ! Watts  176 

God  of  mercy,  God  of  grace  ! Lyte  117 

God  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth  ! Watts  121 

God  of  nv.  life  !  look  gently  down Walts    78 

God  of  toy  life  !  through  all  my  days Doddridge  273 

God  of  rny  mercy  and  my  praise  ! Watts  1^.1 

God  of  our  lives  !  thy  various  praise HegittboUiam  567 

God  of  the  morning  !  at  thy  voice Watts  553 

God  of  the  universe!  to  thee Miss  Mary  O.  523 

Good  is  the  Lord,  the  heavenly  King Watts  112 

Go,  messenger  of  peace  and  love  ! Balfour  535 

Go,  preach  my  gospel,  saith  the  Lord Watts  525 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane Montgomery  338 

Go,  ye  messengers  of  God  ! Marsden  533 

Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  seed Walts  426 


632  INDEX. 

Page 

Grace,    t  is  n  charming  sound Doddridge  426 

Gracicns  Spirit,  Love  divine  ! Slocker  363 

Grant  me  within  thy  courts  a  place Montgomery    59 

Great  Father  of  each  perfect  gift! Doddridge  370 

Great  Father  of  mankind  ! Doddridge  521 

Great  Former  of  this  various  frame  ! Doddi  idge  167 

Great  God  !  attend  to  my  complaint Barlow  110 

Great  God  !  attend  while  Zion  sings Watte  133 

Great  God  .'   indulge  my  humble  claim Walts  108 

Great  God  '  how  infinite  art  thou Watts  263 

Great  God  !  I  own  thy  sentence  just Watts  583 

Great  God  !  let  all  our  tuneful  powers Heginbothani  567 

Great  God  .'  now  condescend Felloics  496 

Great  God  of  nations  !  now  to  thee Presb. 

Great  God  i  the  nations  of  the  earth Gibbons  543 

Great  God  !  to  thee  my  evening-son;: Mrs.  Steele  558 

Cheat  God  !  to  what  a 'glorious  hpight Watts  359 

Great  God  !  we  sing  that  mighty  hand Doddridge  569 

Great  God  !  what  do  I  see  and  hear Luth'er  599 

Great  God  !  whose  universal  swav Watte  122 

Great  is  the  Lord,  his  works  of  might Watts  182 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God Watts    93 

Great  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel !' Watts  131 

Great  the    joy   when  christians  meet G.  Bvrder  376 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah  ! Oliver,  or  Robinson  464 

Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews Watt*  434 

Had  not  the  Lord,  may  Israel  sav Watts  212 

Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help Waits  155 

Hail  !  gracious  source  of  every  eood  ! Spirit  of  the  Psatns  106 

Hail!  great  Creator !  wise  and  good Gent.  Mag.  280 

Hail !  morning  known  among  the  blest ! Wardluw  511 

Hail !  sacred  truth  !  whose  piercing  rays Lon.  Ev.  Mag.  259 

Hail  the  dav  which  sees  him  rise ' Mudan  347 

Hail!  thou  long-expected  Jeans! Whitcf  eld's  Cul  290 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed  ! Montgomery  123 

Hail  to  the  Prince  of  life  and  peace  ! * Doddridge  361 

Hallelujah!  praise  the  Lord Hatfield  253 

Hallelujah:  raise,  Oh!   raise Cinder  185 

Happy  the  <  hurch,  thou  -acred  place Watts  520 

Happy  is  be  who  tears  the  Lord Watts  183 

Happy  soul  !   thy  days  are  ending C.  Wesley  578 

Happy  'l»e  heart  where  graces  reign Watts  434 

Happy  the  man  whose  cautious  feet Watts    13 

Hark  '  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound Watts  587 

Hark  !  hark  !  the  co-pel-trumpet  sounds Day's  Col    402 

Hark!  hark! -the  notes  of  joy Heed's  Col   292 

Hark — my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord Cotrper  466 

Hark  !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices Kelly  318 

Hark  !  that  shout  of  rapturous  joy Kelly  591 

Hark  tne  glad  sound  !  the  Saviour  comes ...   Doddridge  290 

Hark  !  the  herald-angels  sing. Wes'n/s  ' 

Hark  !  the  judgment-trumpet  sounding Demon  597 

Hark  !  the  son;*  of  jubilee Montgomery  ;r40 

Hark  !  the  voice  of  l.'.ve  and  mercy .  .Evans  341 

Hark  !  what  celestial  notes Salisbury  Col   ^93 

Hark  !  what  mean  those  lamentations Catrood  559 

Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices Catrood  292 

Hasten.  Lord  !  the  glorious  time Spirit  of  the  Psalms  124 

Hasten.  Lord  !  to  my  release Montgomery  120 

Haste,  O  sinner!  to'be  wise Rippon'e  Set.  381 

Hear,  gracious  God  !  my  humble  moan Mrs.  Steele  469 


INDEX.  633 

Page. 

Hearken,  Lord  !  to  my  complaints Montgomery    83 

Hear.  Lord  !   the  sons  of  praise  and  prayer Cjir/>*r    29 

Hear  ine,  0  God !  nor  hide  thy  face Waits  1 69 

Hear  me,  O  Lord  !  in  my  distress Montgomery  240 

Hear  my  prayer,  Jehovah  !  hear W.    Goode  170 

Hear,  O  sinner  !  mercy  hails  you Heed  3S2 

Hearts  of  stone  !   relent,  relent Tiebouf's  Col.  405 

Hear  what  God,  the  Lord,  hath  spoken Cutoper  491 

Hear  what  the  voice,  from  heaven  proclaims Waits  o?6 

Heaven  has  confirmed  the  dread  decree Doddridge  593 

Heaven  is  the  land  where  troubles  cease <S  Lyrics  6]  I 

He  dies,  the  friend  of  sinners,  dies Waits  340 

He  lives,  the  everlasting  God Watts  20.5 

He  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives Mrs.  Steele  300 

Help,  Lord  !  for  men  of  virtue  fail Watts    30 

Heralds  of  creation!  cry Montgomery  250 

He  reigns,  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns Watts  160 

He  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God Watts  148 

Here  at  thy  cross,  incarnate  God ! Watts  341 

Here  cares  and  angry  passions  cease NoeFs  Col.  514 

Here,  in  thy  name,  eternal  God  ! Montgomery  522 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God! Watts    73 

High  in  yonder  realms  of  light Raffles  603 

Ho  !  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh f.  Wesley  393 

Holy  Ghost !  dispel  our  sadness Topiady  366 

Holy  Ghost!  with  light  divine Reed  357 

Hosanna  to  our  conquering  King Watts  552 

Hosanna  with  a  cheerful  sound Watts  565 

How  are  thy  servants  blest,  O  Lord  ! Addison  17S 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet Watts  524 

How  beautiful  the  sight Montgomery  224 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies Mrs.  Barbaula  57S 

How  bright  a  day  was  that  which  saw Bathurst  515 

How  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn Ifaslings  347 

How  charming  is  the  place S.  Stenuett  519 

How  condescending  and  how  kind Watts  504 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear Watts  208 

How  far  beyond  our  mortal  sight Ejn's.  Col.  607 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord  ! Kennedy  449 

How  happy  are  the  souls  above Tophidy  604 

How  heavy  is  the  night Watts  306 

How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies Mrs.  Steele  370 

How  honorable  is  the  place Watts  320 

How  honored,  how  dear Cn/ider  ]36 

How  large  the  promise,  how  divide W'ltts  494 

How  long,  O  Lord!  shall  I  complain Watts    31 

How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face Watts    31 

How  lovely,  and  how  fair MoiUgomery  136 

How  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart Mrs   Steele  412 

How  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove Watts  463 

How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair Watts  133 

How  pleasant  ;t  is  to  see Watts  225 

How  pleased  and  blest  was  I Watts  210 

How  precious  are  thy  thoughts  of  peace Montgomery  235 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine Fair rr  it  203 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is Watts  395 

How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts Watts  197 

How  short  and  hasty  is  our  life Watts  3S6 

How  should  the  sons  of  Adam's  race Watts  283 

How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place Watts  506 

How  sweet  and  heavenly  is  the  sight Steam  435 

How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  sound Buicring  304 


634  INDEX. 

Page. 

How  sweet  on  thy  bosom  to  rest , Searle  476 

How  sweet  the  hour  of  closing  day Bathurst  585 

How  sweet  the  melting  lay 8.  Lyrics  556 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds Neutun  322 

How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile Kelly  332 

How  still  and  peaceful  is  the  grave Scotch  Par.  580 

How  swift  the  torrent  rolls! Doddridge  577 

How  vain  a  thought  is  bliss  below Mrs.  Steele  621 

How  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies Pratt's  Col.  611 

I  ask  not  wealth,  nor  pomp,  nor  power Heginbotham  423 

I  hear  thy  word  with  love... Walts    43 

I  lift  my  soul  to  God Watts     54 

1  love  the  Lord  ;  he  heard  my  cries Watts  183 

I  love  the  Lord  ;  his  gracious  ear Mrs.  Steele  187 

I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word Watts    43 

I  love  thy  kingdom.  Lord  ! Dicight  232 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away Mrs.  Brown  561 

I  saw  beyond  the  tomb Dicight  141 

I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away Watts  416 

I  set  the  Lord  before  my  face Watts    35 

I  sing  th'  almighty  power  of  God Watts  275 

I  waited  patient  for  the  Lord Watts    80 

I  was  a  traitor  doomed  to  die Watts  305 

I  will  extol  thee,  Lord  on  high  ! Watts    63 

I  would  not  live  always  ;  I  ask  not  to  stay Muhlenburgh  617 

If  human  kindness  meets  return Noel  507 

If  God  succeed  not,  all  the  cost Waits  216 

If  God  to  build  the  house  deny Watts  216 

I  '11  bless  the  Lord  from  day  to  day Watts    70 

I  ;11  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath. Watts  215 

I  '11  speak  the  honors  of  my  King Watts    87 

I  'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord Watts  475 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways Ryland  421 

In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee Watts  236 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight Newton  415 

In  God's  own  house,  pronounce  his  praise Walts  251 

In  Judah,  God  of  old  was  known Watts  128 

In  mercy,  not  in  wrath,  rebuke Neicton    23 

Inquire,  ye  pilgrims  !  for  the  way Doddridge  396 

In  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid Hawksworth  557 

In  sweet  exalted  strains Francis    57 

In  thee,  great  God  !  with  songs  of  praise Barloio     45 

In  this  calm,  impressive  hour Hastings  554 

In  this  world  of  sin  and  sorrow Madan's  Col.  446 

In  thy  presence;  we  appear Montgomery  37? 

In  time  of  tribulation Montgomery  129 

In  vain  the  erring  world  inquire Mrs.  Steele    21 

In  vain  the  fancy  strives  to  paint Newton  586 

In  Zion's  sacred  gates Dwight  251 

Indulgent  Father  !  by  whose  care Lon.  Ev.  Mag.  559 

Indulgent  God  !  whose  bounteous  care Gent.  Mag.  561 

Indulgent  Sovereign  of  the  skies  ! Doddridge  541 

Infinite  loveliness  is  thine Faiccett  332 

Tnspirer  and  hearer  of  prayer  ! Tupiudy    72 

Interval  of  grateful  shade Doddridge  2U8 

Into  thy  hand,  O  God  of  truth! Watts    64 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart Watts  221 

Is  this  the  kind  return Watts  454 

It  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand Walls  \<& 

Jehovah  reigns,  he  dwells  in  light Walts  i£J 


INDEX.  635 

Page. 

Jehovah  reigns,  his  throne  is  high Watts  276 

Jehovah  reigns,  your  tribute  bring W.  Goode    28 

Jehovah's  praise  sublime Cornier  191 

Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home Montgomery's  Col   608 

Jesus!  and  shall  it  ever  be Gregg  333 

Jesus  demands  the  voice  of  joy W.  Goode  114 

Jesus  !  hail !  enthroned  in  glory R.:  Hill's  Col.  359 

Jesus  !  I  come  to  thee .Beman  419 

Jesus  !  I  love  thy  charming  name Doddridge  301 

Jesus!  Immortal  King!  arise Burder  541 

Jesus !  I  my  cross  have  taken Montgomery  414 

Jesus  invites  his  saints Watts  503 

Jesus  is  gone  above  the  skies Watts  503 

Jesus,  Lord  '  we  look  to  thee Wesley  436 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul ! C  Wesley  324 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone Cennick  360 

Jesus,  our  Lord  !  ascend  thy  throne ■. Watts  181 

Jesus,  our  Lord!  how  rich  thy  grace  ! Doddridge  440 

Jesus  shall  reign  whererer  the  sun Wutls  123 

Jesus,  the  Lord,  ascends  on  high W.  Goode    91 

Jesus  !  the  vision  of  thy  face Watts  308 

Jesus !  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend Parkinson's  Sel.  409 

Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King  ! Watts  505 

Jesus  !  thy  church  with  longing  eyes Bathurst  lAo 

Jesus  \  thy  robe  of  righteousness C.  Wesley  314 

Jesus  !  we  bow  before  thy  throne. Beman  537 

Jesus,  who  knows  full  well Newton  484 

Join  all  the  glorious  names Watts  329 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come. Watts  162 

Judge  me,  Lord  !  in  righteousness Montgomery    85 

Judge  me,  O  God !  and  plead  my  cause Barlow    84 

Judge  me.  O  Lord  !  and  prove  my  ways Watts    56 

Judges,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws Watts  105 

Just  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word Watts    37 

Keep  silence,  all  created  things  ! Watts  281 

Kindly  the  Lord  appeared Searle  470 

Kindred  in  Christ !  for  his  dear  sake Newton  501 

Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong Watts  118 

Know,  my  soul !  thy  full  salvation Montgomery  425 

Laden  with  guilt  and  full  of  fears Watts  258 

Lamb  of  God!  whose  bleeding  love Whitefield's  Col.  448 

Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise Watts  159 

Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join Watts  198 

Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds Watts  130 

Let  earthly  minds  the  world'  pursue Newton  420 

Let  everlasting  glories  crown Watts  260 

Let  every  creature  join Watts  247 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend Watts  392 

Let  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak Watts  244 

Let  heathens  to  their  idols  haste Watts    34 

Let  others  boast  how  strong  they  be Watts  386 

Let  party-names  no  more Beddome  437 

Let  sinners  take  their  course Watts  102 

Let  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky Cotteril  371 

Let  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord  ! Watts  374 

Let  us  with  a  joyful'mind Milton  229 

Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice Watts  168 

Let  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice Watts    89 

Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake Doddnage  525 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord Watts  384 


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Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise Wurdlaic  Hi 

Light  of  life,  seraphic  fire! C    Wesley  481 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling Tonlady  320 

Like  sheep  we  went  astray \Yatts  304 

Lo  !  he  comes,  in  clouds  descending Oliver  595 

Lo !  he  cometh— countless  trumpets Whitefield's  Col.  595 

Lo!  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land C   Wesley  383 

Lo  !   the  Lord  Jehovah  liveth W.  Guoife    39 

Lo  !  the  Lord,  the  mighty  Saviour W.   Goode    73 

Lo!  the  mighty  God  appearing W.    Goode    96 

Lo  !  what  a  glorious  corner-stone Watts  191 

Lo  !  what  a  glorious  sight  appears Watts  550 

Lo  !  what  an  entertaining  sight Watts  223 

Long  as  I  live,  1  Ml  bless  thy  name Watts  243 

Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound Watts  454 

Look  down.  O  Lord  !  with  pitying  eye Doddridge  490 

Look,  ye  saints  !  the  day  is  breaking Kelly  551 

Look,  ye  sain  is  !  the  sight  is  glorious Kelly  352 

Lord  !  at  thy  feet  we  sinners  lie Brown  403 

Lord  !  at  thy  table,  we  behold J.  S'ftmett  505 

Lord  !  before  thy  throne  we  bend Bowdler  211 

Lord  !  for  ever  at  thy  side Montgomery  221 

Lord!  for  thy  servant  David's  sake Montgomery  222 

Lord  God  of  my  salvation  ! Lyte  141 

Lord  !  how  secure  my  conscience  was Watts  339 

Lord  !  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine Davies  500 

Lord  !  lean  not  let  thee  go Newton  486 

Lord!  I  can  sulFer  thy  rebukes Walts    23 

Lord!  I  esteem  thy  judgments  right Waits  198 

Lord  !  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice Watts  199 

Lord!  I  look  for  all  to  thee ,. Lyte    66 

Lord  !  I  will  bless  thee  all  my  days Watts     69 

Lord  !  I  would  spread  my  sore  distress Watts    98 

Lord  !  if  tbineeyes  survey  our  faults Watts  146 

Lord  !  in  the  morning,  thou  shah  hear Watts    22 

Lord  !  let  me  know  mine  end Montgomery    79 

Lord  of  hosts  !  to  thee  we  raise Montgomery  522 

Lord  of  mercy !  just  and  kind W.  Goode    32 

Lord  of  my  life  !  Oh!  may  thy  praise Mrs.  Steele    19 

Lord  of  the  vast  creation  ! Bulrner  517 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above  ! Watts  134 

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send  thy  servants  forth C.  Wesley  5-J5 

send  thy  word,  and  let  it  fly Gibbons  539 

thou  hast  called  thy  grace  to  mind Walts  137 

thou  hast  heard  thy  servants'  cry Watts  192 

thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  through Watts  234 

thou  hast  seen  my  soul  sincere Watts    37 

thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray Watts    20 

't  is  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand Watts  151 

we  come  before  thee  now Hart  479 

we  confess  our  numerous  faults Watts  429 

we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old Watts    85 

what  a  feeble  piece Watts  147 

what  a  heaven  of  saving  grace Watts  327 

what  a  wretched  land  is  "this Watts  453 

what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man Watts  241 

what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  I Watts  125 

when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er Watts  237 

when  my  raptured  thought  surveys Mrs.  Steele  261 

when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high Watts  118 

when  we  bend  before  thy  throne Pratt's  Col.  484 

icrd  i  where  shall  guilty  souls  retire Watts  236 


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Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord Watts  247 

Love  divine!  ail  love  excelling C.  Wesley  350 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned SJ.  Stennett.334. 

Maker  and  sovereign  Lord  ! Walts     16 

Marked  as  the  purpose  of  the  ^kies Noel  536 

Men  of  God  !  go  take  your  stations Kelly  531 

Mercy  and  judgment  are  mv  song Waits  166 

Might y  God!  while  angels  bless  thee .' Robinson  313 

Mine  eyes,  and  my  desire » Watts    55 

Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb . . .' Colhjer  349 

Mortals  !  awake,  with  angels  join Medley  289 

My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord  ! Watts  314 

My  drowsv  powers  !  why  sleep  ye  so  1 Watts  450 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee Palmer  335 

My  former  hopes  are  tied Cowper  38S 

My  God  !  accept  my  early  vows Watts  233 

My  God!  consider  my  distress.. Watts  201 

My  God  !  how  endless  is  thy  love , Watts  564 

My  God  !  how  many  are  my  fears Watts     IS 

My  God  !  in  whom  are  all  the  springs Watts  104 

My  God  !  my  everlasting  hope Watts  120 

My  God  !  my  Father  !   blissful  name .. Mrs.  Steele     65 

My  God  !  my  King!  thy  various  praise Watts  242 

My  God  !  my  life,  my  love Watts  268 

My  God  !  my  portion  and  my  love Watts  277 

My  God  !  preserve  my  soul Dwight  101 

My  God  !  permit  me  not  to  be.... Watts  274 

My  God  !  permit  my  tongue Watts  110 

My  God  !  the  spring  of  all  my  joys Wa'ts  270 

My  God!  the  steps  of  pious  men Watts    75. 

My  God  !  thy  service  well  demands. Doddridge  471 

My  God  !  whene'er  my  longing  heart Mrs.  Steele  272 

My  God  !  while  impious  men Dwight  23. 

My  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name Watts    6i3 

My  Maker  and  my  King! _ Mrs.  Steele  271 

My  never-ceasing  songs  shall  show Watts  142 

My  refuge  is  the  God  of  love Watts    30 

My  righteous  Judge!  my  gracious  God ! Watts  239 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  friend  ! Watts  121 

My  Saviour  and  my  King! Watts    8? 

My  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord Watts    46 

My  Shepherd's  name  is  Love Hatfield    49 

My  Shepherd  will  supply  my  need Watts    47 

My  soul !  be  on  thy  guard Heath  468 

My  soul !  come,  meditate  the  day Waits  580 

My  soul !  how  lovely  is  the  place Watts  134 

My  soul!  repeat  his  praise Watts  172 

My  soul !  triumphant  in  the  Lord Doddridge    48 

My  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust Watts  203 

My  soul !  thy  great  Creator  praise Watts  173 

My  Spirit  looks  to  God  alone Watts  107 

My  spirit  sinks  within  me.  Lord  ! '.Watts    82 

My  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy Beddome  478 

My  trust  is  in  my  heavenly  friend Watts    24 

Nature  with  open  volume  stands Watts  344 

Naked,  as  from  the  earth  Ave  came Watts  445 

No  offering  God  requires W.  Goode  100 

No  more,  m v  God  !  I  boast  no  more Wafts  459 

Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard Watts  610 

Not  al'i  the  blood  of  beasts Watts  330 

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Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth Watts  37% 

Not  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men Watts  309 

Not  to  ourselves,  who  are  but  dust , Watts  187 

Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord Watts  46S 

Not  with  our  mortal  eyes Watts  354 

Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme Lang  ford  425 

Now  be  ray  heart  inspired  to  sing Watts    86 

Now  be  the  gospel-banner Hastings  529 

Now  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praise Watts  336 

Now  from  labor  and  from  care Hastings  5t50 

Now,  gracious  Lord !  thine  arm  reveal Newton  568 

Now  1  'm  convinced  the  Lord  is  kind Watts  126 

Now  I  resolve  with  all  my  heart Mrs.  Steele  499 

Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood Watts  3S5 

Now  in  the  hour  of  deep  distress Watts    46 

Now  is  th*  accepted  time Dobell  402 

Now  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  trust Watts    75 

Now  let  my  soul,  eternal  King Heginbotkam  258 

Now  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey Doddridge  357 

Now  let  our  drooping  hearts  revive Doddridge  526 

Now  let  our  faith  with  joy  survey Kelly  530 

Now  let  our  mournful  songs  record Watts    45 

Now  let  our  songs  arise W.  Goode  159 

Now  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime Gibbons  603 

Now  let  our  voices  join Doddridge  417 

Now  living  waters  flow Montgomery's  Col.  547 

Now  may  the  God  of  power  and  graee Watts    44 

Now  shall  my  solemn  vows  be  paid Watts  115 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song Watts  327 

Now  to  the  Lord  who  makes  us  know Watts  317 

Now  to  the  power  of  God  supreme Watts  427 

Now,  to  thy  sacred  house Duight    84 

O  all  ye  nations 'praise  the  Lord Watts  190 

O  city  of  the  Lord!  begin Logan  551 

O  God  !  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries Watts  101 

(J  God  of  Abra'm  !  hear Hastings  497 

O  God  of  Bethel !  by  whose  hand Doddridge  480 

O  God  of  grace  and  righteousness  ! Waits    19 

O  God  of  mercy  !  hear  my  c&ll Watts    99 

O  God  of  sovereign  grace Village  Hymns  540 

O  God  !  our  help  in  aires  past Wutts  145 

O  God  !  thou  art  my  God  alone Montgomery  108 

Or  Lord  !  another  day  is  flown H  K.  White  562 

O  LorJ  !  encouraged  by  thy  grace Mrs   Steele  494 

O  Lord  !  how  infinite  thy  love Merrick     81 

O  Lord  !  how  many  are  my  foes Watts     17 

O  Lord  !  in  sorrow  I  resign Gems  477 

O  Lord  !  my  best  desires  fulfill Covcper  470 

O  Lord  !  my  heart  cries  out  for  thee Watts  134 

O  Lord  !  mv  King  how  excellent Montgomery    26 

O  Lord  !  our  God!  arise Wardlaw's  Col.  538 

O  Lord,  our  Lord.'  how  wondrous  great Watts    25 

O  Lord  !  our  Lord!  in  power  divine. W.  Goode    25 

O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King! Watts    26 

O  Loid  !  thy  work  revive Hastings  487 

O  my  srttf]  !  what  means  this  sadness Fuiccett  441 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God  ! Montgomery  547 

O  Sun  of  righteousness  !  arise Village  Hymns  4V? 

O  thou  God  !  who  hearest  prayer  ! Conder     189 

O  thou  that  hearest  prayer  ! Piatt's  Col.  3t>4 

O  thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry! Watts    97 


